Page 21 of Puppy Love
My stomach grumbled, forgetting that I didn’t eat dinner last night after running out of Leo’s house.
“Good morning, baby. Hungry?” he greeted, his voice filled with sleep.
I tipped my head back, looking up at him. “Good morning, baby. Yes, a little. I didn’t eat dinner last night.”
Soon after, I heard Leo’s stomach rumble and I giggled. “I guess you’re hungry, too.”
“It seems that I am.” He chuckled. “But you know that I ate something else throughout the night that was just as delicious.” His voice dripped with a hint of mischief.
I sat up, lifting my eyebrow high, smirking at him. “Yes, you did, but I’m not complaining.” Then I leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I’m going to cook us breakfast. I’ll let you know when it’s ready,” I told him.
“Hopefully not too long. We’ll need to eat soon to get more energy so I can take you on the kitchen island again.” Hesmirked with a wink. “Maybe this time I will lay you down and feast on you for breakfast.”
A warmth spread across my cheeks, blushing.
“We need food, baby.” I giggled. “I won’t take long.” I gave him another chaste kiss, then put on my oversized shirt and panties before going downstairs.
Oreo and Skip greeted me, jumping as I walked through the kitchen. I put a bowl out of kibble and water for both of them, then started on our breakfast.
The doorbell rang, the dogs barking and running to the door.Who the heck is visiting me this morning?
Going to the door, I checked the peephole, and my body stiffened.Shit.My father was here. I pointed to the kitchen and told the dogs to go over there, but they didn’t move.Fuck.I needed to calm down and act cool. I took a deep breath in and exhaled as I unlocked the door and opened it.
“Hey, Dad,” I greeted him, kissing him on his cheek.
He stepped inside the house. “Good morning, sweetheart. I tried calling you last night, but couldn’t get a hold of you. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
I was more than okay, I was fucking your best friend all night.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I was really tired and knocked out early,” I told him, lying to his face.
His eyes furrowed, looking past me. “What’s Skip doing here?”
“Oh, I’m just dog sitting,” I lied, feeling guilty.
He nodded. “Oh, Leo never told me that he was going somewhere to need someone to watch Skip.” Dad eyes narrowed on me, his lips pressed together.
“Umm—”
“Why is Leo’s car here?” Dad asked.
Fuck. Think fast, Cecilia.
I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, Leo walked down the stairs, just in his boxer briefs, interrupting us. “Baby, do you need help with breakfast?”
Then Leo froze as he stared at my dad, whose face was turning crimson, glaring at Leo and clenching his jaw.
“What the fuck’s going on here?” My dad’s voice boomed, echoing in the foyer. “Are you fucking my daughter?”
Dad strode toward Leo with determined steps.
“Michael, let me explain?—”
“Youmotherfucker. You’re taking advantage of my little girl!” Dad yelled, throwing a punch at Leo.
“Dad, stop!” I screamed, tears rolling down my face.
