Free Web NovelChapter 141: Chapter 141 Piccola.
How does Blake keep getting more handsome? He’s sitting up against my headboard, making my twin-size bed look like a toddler bed. His laptop rests on his lap, but he’s snoozing away. The two of us have been connected at the hip for the past two days, and where I go, my man goes.
I smile, realizing I called him my man in my head, but it sounds so right. My daddy sounds even better.
I shouldn’t be smiling at all. I got another email a couple of minutes ago about my tuition and how I’m going to cover the rest of this semester. They need an answer, or they’ll be dropping me from my classes. I’ve already stacked up a pile of money, and truthfully, I know if I asked Blake for it, he’d write a check with no questions asked. I think I might, even though a month ago I never would have thought I’d do something like that. I don’t know how Blake has done it, but in a matter of days he’s made me feel so comfortable with him. More than that, I’m safe with him. This man would do anything for me. I know that down to my marrow.
People can call me naïve or whatever they want, but I don’t give a shit. Blake is a good man. Even if we enjoy pretending, he’s paying for what I’m giving him. Right now, I’d pay the man to take my freaking virginity, but for some damn reason he never takes it that far. Last night I’d been tempted to crawl on top of him and drop down on his dick.
Who am I kidding? Blake might play with the whole paying me thing and that I’m in charge to a degree, but the reality is he’s in complete control, and I love everything about that. The man takes care of me in every way. I’m sure a therapist would say this dependency that I’m quickly developing is not okay, but I’d tell them to fuck off.
The alert for my email goes off again. Mr. Grant is double-checking that I’m heading over to his office now, and I roll my eyes. I already told him I was. You’d think it was him I owed money to and not the freaking university. I remind myself that will be my last eye roll for now because I’m going to have to kiss some ass. I’m hoping the money I hand over today can buy me a little more time.
I lift Blake’s laptop and set it on the bedside table. We crashed here in my dorm last night, and when I woke up, I saw him working on his laptop in bed next to me. I felt guilty because he’s been spending all his time with me.
I’m betting he might be falling behind at work, but it’s only a guess. When I stream and game, he’ll sit off to the side and work, and when I steal a peek at him, he’s generally watching me play and not working. It’s adorable. Never in my life has someone given me so much attention. It’s addictive.
"Babe," I whisper, leaning down and brushing my lips against his. He opens his eyes and grabs me, pulling me down into his lap.
"That mouth of yours has been paid for. You know the rules when we’re alone." His tone is making my nipples harden instantly.
"Sorry, Daddy," I whisper. He fists my hair, pulling my head back and licking up the column of my neck as I whimper a moan.
"Louder."
"I’m sorry, Daddy."
"There’s my good little girl." Another whimper leaves me, and wet heat pools between my thighs. He sinks his teeth into my neck, and fuck me, my body is on fire. "Now, where were you trying to sneak off to?"
"I wasn’t trying to sneak-sneak," I rush to say, but I am fully dressed, with my messenger bag over my shoulder.
He pulls back, his eyes searching my face. Does this man really think I would try to get away from him? He’s lucky I haven’t tried to move my stuff into his fancy condo. It’s not about the condo either. It’s about being with him. I’d move him in here if I could.
"You’re itching for a spanking."
"Always." I bite the inside of my cheek to try and keep from smiling, but I know I’m failing. Blake doesn’t fight his, and the dimple in his left cheek appears for me. It’s my dimple, and I’ve claimed it. I kiss it every time it comes out, but right now I can’t move or I would.
"You don’t have any more classes today. Are you hungry?" He releases his hold on my hair as he wonders where I’m trying to head off to. When I finally lean in and kiss my dimple, he grins more. He loves when I kiss him there, and I really think this man might have been made for me.
"I’m not hungry. I was going to dart over to the administration building. I need to drop some crap off." I keep it vague.
"I’ll go with you."
"No, stay." I put my hand on his chest. "Sleep or catch up on your laptop stuff."
"Laptop stuff?" he chuckles.
"I don’t know. Whatever rich men who own lots of things do on their laptop. That stuff."
"You’re more important than stuff, Piccola." He runs his finger down the center of my forehead and then my nose. He stops at the tip and gives a cute double tap. I don’t know why he does it, but it makes me smile every time.
"Sometimes I think you’re too good to be true. You’re going to make me fall in love with you, Blake." My words must surprise him because I manage to get to my feet before he quickly pulls me back down into his lap.
"That’s the plan." I gasp at his response, and he kisses me.
I moan and start to get lost in the moment. Was he saying what I think he was? He wants me to love him. Does that mean he might love me already? I don’t dare to hope because I could be light years ahead of him on how I feel. I know it’s crazy fast, but I can’t help it, and he might not be far behind.
"Daddy, please. I’ll be quick." I need to get out of here before I blurt out that I love him and freak him out. freewebnσvel.cøm
"You better be talking about you going to drop crap off."
I laugh against his mouth. "I just need to make sure my loans and stuff are good." Blake’s phone starts to ring, and we both glance over and see Samuel’s name light up the screen. "Take it." I give him another quick kiss before I hop up from the bed.
"All right, but give me your phone for a second." I pull it out of my back pocket, not thinking about it until it’s in his hand. It dawns on me as his fingers click on the screen that he could see Sugar Daddy, and my heart starts to pound. Oh god. I’d kind of forgotten about him. A second later he hands me my phone back, and I almost fall over in relief. If he had seen those texts, he would have spanked my ass, and then I’m not sure what.
We actually haven’t texted at all today, and yesterday all he did was check that I was eating and paid me to wear a sweater again when I streamed. He must be growing bored of me. Good, that will make what I do next easier.
"I shared your location with me."
Parker and I do that with each other, so I nod. "What about—"
"I shared mine back." He pulls me in for another kiss, and his phone rings again. "Go and get back to me."
"I will. I already miss you," I say as he answers the phone and I slip out the door. The second it closes behind me, I pull up my texts to Sugar Daddy and change his name to SD.
Me: I’m sorry but we can’t speak anymore. I want to thank you. The money you sent me will go to my education. It meant a lot.
I quickly make my way across campus and over to the admin building. I read the giant board on the first floor to check which office belongs to Mr. Grant on the Finance Services floor. I check my phone, but there’s no response from SD. He might have lost interest too. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but it doesn’t matter at this point. It’s over.
I snag the stairs up to the third floor to be quicker. I want to get back to Blake as fast as possible. I was so scared when I thought he might find those messages so I know I need to come clean. I’m going to lay everything out on the table for him because I have to. I won’t have this popping back up at some point. I want him to know everything about me and not have any secrets between us.
