Page 12 of Mob Boss Daddy

When her orgasmic quake subsides, I get on my knees and stroke my erection through my pants. I want so badly to be inside her that my hands shake as I struggle with my belt. I’ve just gotten it undone when I hear a rap on the bedroom door.

“Jessie? I heard shouting. It woke me up,” Macy calls through the door.

I close my eyes and drop my head, trying to calm my breathing. This is not how I wanted this to end. Jessie whispers, “I’m sorry I was so loud.”

“Don’t be sorry.” With an audible sigh, I secure my belt, stand behind the door, and slip out of the room unseen as Jessie brings Macy to her bed to console her.

“Can I sleep with you, Jessie? I’m scared,” I hear Macy say as I close the door. I guess it’s a cold shower for me but that’s alright. I know now more than ever that Jessie is mine, even if I have to wait a bit longer to make it official.

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I wakeup still thinking about the taste of my sweet girl and how her body responded to my touch. With a smile on my face, I shower and dress quickly. I have to admit that my top priority is to get downstairs to see Jessie.

The sound of laughter and spoons clanking against bowls is a delightful change from the silent breakfasts on the mornings before Jessie arrived.

“Good morning,” I say as I grab a mug and fill it with coffee.

“Good morning.” Jessie folds her arms and looks at her feet.

I step behind her and squeeze her ass. Oblivious, Macy continues chattering as she eats.

“What are you girls doing for playtime today?” I ask.

“Oh, um. Today is my day off, isn’t it?” Jessie asks. “I just got Macy dressed and fed because she slept in my bed last night.”

I have completely forgotten that it’s Saturday. “Do you have plans?”

“I have some things I need to do in town, so, if it’s not a problem…I mean, if I didn’t misunderstand the schedule…”

After last night, I don’t expect Jessie to want to go anywhere. Day off or not, this is where she should be. If she needs anything, I have more than a dozen men to do that for her. There’s just no reason for her to go out alone.

“You know, if you have errands to run, I could have my driver take care of that for you so you can relax.”

I examine her expression and don’t like what I see. She refuses to look me in the eye and seems to find the floor more interesting.

“No, this is something I need to do for myself. I appreciate the offer, though. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

The anger begins to bubble inside me. She shouldn’t be hiding things from me. She should never lie. She should feel secure enough here with me to tell me anything. A myriad of thoughts bounce through my mind.

Should I demand an explanation? Should I insist that she stay? No, I’m not a warden and I don’t want a prisoner. If she wants to go, fine, she can go, but I’ll be clear on what I think about her behavior.

I turn my back to her and say, “Macy, you’ll be spending the day with Mrs. O’Conner. I expect Jessie to check in with her before she leaves.”

“Jack…” Jessie calls out to me but I ignore her and take my coffee to my office where I close and lock the door behind me.

My day is like a trip through hell. I find myself snapping and losing my temper at everyone. I’m going to have to speak to Jessie about this when she gets back. What is she hiding? Why can’t she simply tell me what she had to do?

“Are you alright, Uncle Jack?” Macy asks from across the dinner table.

“Yes. I just have a lot on my mind,” I tell her, realizing that my silence has her confused, and excuse myself so she doesn’t have to watch me brood.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out to answer. “Yes.”

“We found her, boss.”

“Where is she? Did you see who she’s with?”

“She’s working.”

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