It’s so sweet of her to have been worried. Did Xander give her my number? He must have because I didn’t give it to her.
Why does she care so much? Does she actually want to be my friend? My last so-called friend slept with Jason… on our couch.
I should have burned it when I found out. Before he took that and everything else. There was no way I was going to ever sit on that thing after what they did to me. That was when I decided I would never have anything in my life unless I truly wanted it. And until last night, I didn’t think I cared about having friends anymore. Then Jordyn called me her new bestie, and it tugged at my heart. I don’t know anything about this woman, but something tells me she’s the type of person I want in my corner.
“Quinn?” she prompts. “Should I not have called?”
Shaking my head, I run a hand over my face, then sit against the headboard. “No, sorry. I just woke up, so I’m a little out of it. I’m so glad you called.”
“What the hell happened last night? Daddy said that a customer followed you down an employee hallway and then attacked you. Do you need anything?”
I smile and flop back down. There are so many things I need, but none that I can ask Jordyn for.
“No. I’m really okay… Do you always call him Daddy?”
“Oh, shit. Sorry. I’m so used to calling him that.” She lets out a nervous giggle. “I forget that not everyone knows us like that.”
Is that something Cash and Jordyn are into, just like Xander? They must be.
Huh.
Maybe I could ask Jordyn some questions about it… Like, why the hell does it feel so kinky when I call Xander Daddy, but also it feels extremely intimate at the same time? And why do I feel like weeping when he takes care of me intimately? Something I’ve never had. Am I fucked up in the head?
“It’s okay,” I rush out, hoping I didn’t upset or offend her. “It just caught me off guard because…”
Shiiiit.
I almost said too much.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I let out a steadying breath, but then what she says next makes me gasp.
“Because you call Xander Daddy, too?” she asks so nonchalantly you’d think she was asking me to pass the butter. Then she laughs. “Yeah, I pegged all of them to be Daddies.”
All of them? Like Kian and Beckett, too? How is that even possible? Xander is the first man I’ve known who actually told me to call him that because he likes it.
I called Jason Daddy once. He snapped at me, saying to never call him that again because he wasn’t and never would be my father. I’d been so hurt and startled by his response that I cried in the privacy of the bathroom for days. I know for a fact he heard me at least twice and never bothered to comfort me or talk about it further. Not like Xander did when he found me on the floor outside my apartment, sobbing about having my electricity cut off. Not like Xander did last night when I burst into tears after my last orgasm.
Jason was friendly with everyone, but he became so cold to me. Yet Xander is the complete opposite. He’s kind of an ass to everyone except me. He’s also a bit bossy and possessive. But I like that. A lot.Waymore than I should.
“Uh…”
What does someone say to that?
Jordyn giggles and then lets out a dramatic sigh. “I knew Xander was seeing someone. He’s been different the past couple of weeks.”
My brows shoot up. “Different how?”
“I’m not sure. Just… lighter, maybe? Anyway, you never answered me. Are you okay? I was so worried last night.”
Lighter?
How?
I want to ask so many more questions.
I don’t want to be a bother, though.
“I’m good.”I think.
