Page 13 of Daddy's Babies: Johnnie's Story

“I didn’t tell my father I was seeing someone yet. He wasn’t happy I was going to meet with anyone as it was, but when he heard you wanted me to go to Club One, he…he told me what’s happened there before and I promised I wouldn’t ever go there, not for anyone or anything,” I tell him, not about to let the man try to set me up again.

“You listen and you listen well, bitch. You lost me that money twice now, the first time by losing the contract, and the second time Friday night when you didn’t show. My business associate was not happy to not only learn the contract isn’t in place yet, but I’d assured him you’d do whatever was necessary to get him to agree to signing the new one. So, you’d better get your ass down here and get me my fucking money—fast or you’ll regret it, Carly. Do you get me?”

“I don’t know what good I can do…”

“You can get on your fucking knees and let him fuck you however he wants. You’ll take it like a fucking little slut rather than the virgin I told him you were—which was worth more.”

“No!” The word falls without thought, my body tense at the disgusting words.

“You don’t say no to me, Carly. Try it, don’t get me my money and you’ll wish all I did was make you fuck him. Say no and it won’t just be a job your father’s out of, it’ll be his job, and your home, before I kill him. Then I’ll find your fucking boyfriend and kill him, before putting you to work doing the only thing you’re apparently good for—opening your fucking legs, for whoever I tell you to open them for,” he threatened, and my entire body seized with panic.

“How much?” I manage to get out, wondering if I have enough in my trust that I can somehow pull to cover it. I’m sure if I plead with the attorney that oversees it, they’ll give in, surely, they will, I hope as I get up, unable to sit still with all the emotions flowing through me.

“A million dollars,” Brent states, and all the blood drains from my face. I don’t have anything close to that in my trust. I don’t even have half a million in it.

“But…”

“A million dollars in three days, or else, Carly. If it’s not here by end of day Thursday, I’ll start with your father, then work my way around to you,” he warns, before the line goes dead and I sink down onto the floor, gasping for air.

Everything around me blurs and buzzes, until strong arms surround me, picking me up and Johnnie’s scent wraps around me stronger than anything else.

“Carly, baby, what’s wrong? Come on, baby, talk to me. You’re scaring me, little bird,” his words are gentle in comparison to his strong hold, and I can’t stop the shakes that race through me as I cling to his shirt. “Baby girl, you’ve got to talk to me. What happened? What’s wrong?”

The words begin to fall, all of it. The messages and the phone call, Brent’s nasty comments, today’s and previous ones, and then his threats—the threat to kill my boyfriend—him, to use me, my body, if I didn’t get him a million dollars in three days.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby girl. No one’s ever going to touch you but me, I promise,” he says, his tone soft and gentle as he brushes away the tears from my lashes. “Look at me, baby girl,” he adds and my chin trembles as I do.

Prepared for the attack, for the anger that I got him messed up in this the way my father would be if I told him his boss threatened more than just his job now. A cry sticks in my throat seeing not one fleck of anger in his gaze. The only thing there is concern and worry—for me, and it’s almost worse than the yelling, because it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m terrified I’ll lose it because of Brent.

“I promise, I’m going to fix this. I’ll handle it, baby girl,” he states, and I can’t stop from kissing him. Every bit of me is awake and needy, and I beg him for more when he pulls back, a low grunt falling from him as I rub against his hard cock.

His hands slide under me, taking me upstairs, laying me on the bed before joining me, just as bare as I am, as he fills me with a quick thrust. My hips lift, wanting more, needing more, but he wraps my fingers around his, taking me soft and slow, his lips claiming mine, until we both fall over the edge.

A tiny smile slips onto my lips when his eyes meet mine, his thumb brushing over my lashes, taking away the last of the tears from earlier. “We probably should be more careful; it really is a dangerous time right now—I could get pregnant.”

“Iwantyou to get pregnant with my baby, little bird. I want my baby girl to give me a baby, so daddy can show you just how good you are, how much I love you,” he says, and a swell of emotions hits hard.

I can’t control the tears that fall, begging him to mean it. Pleading with him to not lie to me.

“I swear on my life, I love you, baby girl. I love you, Carly,” he whispers as he takes me up to the stars, keeping me there until I’m screaming the words in return as he fills me full again.

I drift off to sleep with a huge smile on my face wrapped in his arms, feeling safe, and happy, loved like always prayed to be loved.

It's gone when I wake, once more alone in the penthouse, I discover as I move downstairs looking for Johnnie. This time though, I’m wrapped in his dress shirt, needing his scent surrounding me.

I moved through the space, finding the Crock Pot still on, thankfully just on warm now, but I have no appetite. Worry wraps around me, and I search for my phone, to call him, make sure he’s okay, and that he meant it when he said those amazing words to me. I can’t find it anywhere, but I stop at a note tacked to the fridge. It’s his writing, the same as the one from this morning, telling me he’ll be home soon and he’s handling everything.

I have no idea what that means, and I sit, worrying, wrapped in another throw blanket as the clock slips past eight to nine, onto ten and eleven. It’s chiming midnight when the elevator doors open, and Johnnie comes straight for me, picking me up with a soft kiss before I can ask a single question. His hands caress my ass as he carries me back upstairs, and the second his lips latch onto my nipple, I forget everything, except the way he makes me feel.

Chapter 6

Johnnie

Idrop a kiss onto Carly’s forehead, not wanting to pull away from her, but I have to. I have to figure out how to keep her safe, how to end the bastard in a way that won’t have me in jail for wrapping my hands around the asshole’s neck and squeezing the life out of him.

I shot off a text to the security company to meet me at the office. It’s only five minutes away from my place and I know I need them to send people over to keep an eye on Carly for me. No one is going to get near her, to upset her or hurt her. I won’t let that happen, not now, not ever.

Normally I’d head down to the garage level and drive the five minutes to the office, but right now, I need to ensure no one gets up to my place without my permission. I stop into the building’s security office, letting Henry know that no one is to go up to my place without my permission, beyond my family, warn him I’m going to need to have someone stationed outside my private elevator as well, to ensure no one tries to override it. I’d leave someone in the penthouse with Carly if I knew she’d be safe that way, but I don’t trust anyone I don’t know to be near her right now.

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