Page 54 of Obsessed Mr. O’Brian

I claim to love Lola, but somehow I missed all the signs. I was so clueless I didn’t even know Lola was being hurt.

“She’s only ever had one nanny,” I growl.

What if the nanny hurt Lola, and I just had my head in the sand? I should never have trusted anyone else with my baby.

“Sir, this isn’t—”

“You think it was Regina, don’t you?”

I curse my wayward mouth and my nasty tone. The words felt wrong before they even formed on my tongue, but I wasn’t in control. The thought of someone hurting my Lola scrambles my brain.

Hurt shines in Millie’s pale blue eyes, but she presses on in her calm, measured voice.

“Mr. O’Brian, stop. I don’t know who did what, and I’m not here to point fingers. I’m here to make sure Miss Lola gets the care she needs.”

The muscle in my jaw ticks. I don’t dare open my mouth for fear of even worse nonsense spewing forth. Millie doesn’t deserve to shoulder any more pain, especially not from me.

She lifts her chin and squeezes the back of my hand.

“What’s important is getting her in therapy and figuring out how to help her,” she insists.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, force my jaw to relax, and twist my wrist to enclose her hand in mine. After another moment of shoving all my emotions in a tiny little box in the back of my mind, I open my eyes and match her professionalism.

“I wasn’t angry with you, Ms. Grant. I apologize for sounding like I was.”

I wait until she nods before continuing.

“I trust you to take care of my daughter. Whatever she needs, do it,” I say.

“Of course, Mr. O’Brian,” she says.

I fucked up. I fucked up so badly. I hate hearing her call me by my last name. After being so intimate with her, every ounce of distance between us is an affront.

Millie trusted me. She trusted me not only with her body, but also her heart. I hurt her when I accused her of suspecting Regina.

I need her too much to leave this unaddressed, but if I tell her I’ve been lying to her all this time—and I let Lola’s abuser run away to live a brand-new life without facing her wrongdoings—then she’ll leave both Lola and me. I won’t survive if she turns her back on me again.

With her hand trapped in mine, I stand, walk around the table, and tug her a few feet away from the ‘professional’ table before enveloping her in my arms.

“I’m sorry, Millie. Thank you,” I mumble into her hair.

When she wraps trembling arms around me, my guilt compounds into a solid brick in my stomach. I squeeze her tighter, breathe in her clean scent, and offer her as much comfort as I can while my mind runs a million miles an hour.

“Thank you for listening and taking me seriously,” she whispers.

“Of course, angel. You never have to worry about me dismissing you. I know you’re in Lola’s corner.”

We hold each other for an extended moment before Lola loses interest in her toys and runs toward us.

For the rest of the evening and the next two nights of the conference, we enjoy a camaraderie I never imagined possible in a unit of three. With every interaction, Lola makes it clear she loves and trusts Millie, and Millie adores and pampers Lola every second of every day.

Except at night. I steal Millie’s attention the second Lola falls asleep, but the thought of fully joining our bodies in a hotel room prevents me from sinking my cock into her tight, wet pussy. We explore each other in carnal fashion. I relish her sweet willingness to fulfill my diabolical fantasies and even question my sanity when she rocks my world with her mouth, hands, and breasts.

When the conference ends and we head home to New York City, Millie works her magic and ensures Lola enjoys the travel. After a blissful hour of relaxing at home, Lola demands a trip to the park by pushing her stroller up and down the hallway.

When Millie perks up and requests an early picnic dinner, I’m helpless to deny her.

We work together and are ready to go—sans Lola’s shoes—in just a few minutes.