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CHAPTER8
Sealing the Deal~Carter
I gotto the office the next morning before the sun rose, which wasn't unusual for me, but today was different. I was getting ready for my time away. A small part of me wilted when she told me about her past and the problems with her brother. The protector in me wanted to wipe away all her worries and tell her everything would be okay, but I knew she wouldn't take my words at face value. Although life dealt her a shit card, she had her wits about her, and I admired that. She had every opportunity to go down the wrong path, yet she stayed the course. The moment I laid eyes on her again in the restaurant, I knew I couldn't let her go, and as the minutes chipped away, the further the night went on, I was left with two options. Bound her to a contract she couldn't resist or kidnap her and tie her to my bed in a mansion on a remote island. Ironically, the thought of bringing a kid into my superficial, shallow world bothered me, and it wouldn't be the end of the world if she didn't get pregnant, but I would be lying to myself if I said I didn't find utter joy in filling her sweet cunt up with my cream.
Once she left me last night, I opened my special tracker app to watch the green dot move along the Stonebridge streets. I installed it while she was cleaning up in the bathroom. She left her phone unlocked, and I took that as my opportunity. I trusted her, but still, having her exact location at my fingertips calmed the fire that burned my nerves. Every muscle in my body tensed as my car crept closer to South Shore. I feared for her life in that part of Stonebridge. I decided last night, after I beat my dick repeatedly to the memory of her beautiful facial features, that I wanted her to live with me for the next ten months. She stumbled to give me an answer, but a reluctant "yes" seeped into my ear, which was the only answer I needed.
I packed up the most important things in a few small boxes. I had my assistant put any meetings that weren't urgent on hold for the rest of the day, and since my father was on a golf vacation in Florida, he wouldn't notice my absence from the office for a few days. The day passed swiftly, and once 4:30 p.m. rolled around, I booked it for the elevator to find my car waiting for me. I didn't even remember the last time I left the office when the sun was still shining. My eight-hour workdays had quickly became twelve-hour workdays as I buried myself into the business and ignored everything else, but ignoring Brooklyn wasn't an option. The ride to her apartment didn't take long, and the car slowed, pulling up to a brick two-story building. My jaw tightened as I took in the nightmare that she called home. Someone could easily break in and do God knows what to her. Any uncertainty that lingered about my decision to have her come live with me evaporated as I scanned the surroundings. There was no way in hell I could leave someone as precious as her here. The driver sounded the horn, garnering the attention of the flock of thugs hanging on the corner in the distance. She appeared in the doorway with the strap of a heavy duffle digging into her shoulder. The sun settled on her luscious plump figure as she made her way toward the car, and I wanted to eat her. Ripped jeans covered her legs, and her soft belly peeked from under a purple crop top with an animated avocado on it. Despite being dressed down, my jeans grew tight at the sight of her, and suddenly wetness coated the top of my boxers. Fuck.
As she approached the car, my driver got out to attend to the trunk, and I opened the passenger door. A sudden cat call stopped all three of us in our tracks. Those same low-life thugs were smoking cigarettes with their eyes locked on my baby girl with gritty smiles.
"How about that ride, sugar?" One of them called out.
An intense throb occupied the back of my jaw as I clenched down on my molars. I locked my eyes on them and drew in a deep breath. I grabbed her duffle and handed it to my driver. The trunk slammed shut, and I let out a breath as I motioned her to get inside. "Your chariot awaits, little girl."
She froze, and my pulse skittered with negative anticipation, then her eyes crinkled with a smile. I rolled my eyes and let a smile tear at my lips as she mocked me with the cutest fucking curtsey before climbing into the car.
The ride back to my house didn't take long. She kept her eyes on the window the entire time, and I kept my hand on her thigh. I let her use the time to sort through her thoughts. Asking someone to have your kid wasn't a small favor, no matter how big the price tag attached to the question. The only thing I wanted to do was calm her mind and make her feel secure.
"I didn't even know this part of Stonebridge existed," she said, breaking the silence for the first time.
"There are many things in the world you have yet to indulge in, baby doll. But don't worry. I'll see to it that you experience everything…" I slipped my fingers inside one of the holes in her jeans and brushed her velvety soft skin.
She tensed, and a tiny squeak of a giggle bubbled up from her throat as she bit back a laugh. She's ticklish. Well, that's going to be fun. The car slowed as it approached a large black gate.
"This is your house?" The whites of her eyes brightened as she looked around.
"One of them," I answered.
I loved watching her mouth pop open like that. Her full lips round with awe. It made my dick pulse, and shamelessly, I adjusted myself. She became paralyzed at the grandeur of her new home, and I grinned, loving that it had that effect on her. I took her hand, pulling her to the front door.
We stepped inside, and I closed the door behind us. Brooklyn stopped, accidentally dropping her things as she took in the entrance.
She bent down with flushed cheeks, and a soft "oops" rolled off her lips.
"I'm sorry. I've only been here for thirty seconds, and I'm already making a mess in your home."
I crouched down next to her, covering her small hand with mine. "First of all, never apologize for anything again. Do you hear me?"
She nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Daddy," I corrected.
She blinked. "What?"
"Don't call me sir. It's not, sir. Or Mr. Castle. You can call me Carter. But I'd prefer you call me daddy."
She swallowed and nodded.
"Also, this is your home now, too. I've labeled all the cabinets so you know where everything is. You have an entire closet to yourself. Every inch of it is yours."
"Yes sir—I mean…Daddy…"
The word came out in a hesitant whisper so soft it might as well have been a prayer. My skin pricked in goose bumps at the sound. Jesus, hearing her say it like that was enough to end me right here. She had absolutely no idea how much power she had over me, and I couldn't wait to hear her desperate cry as her fingernails scraped my back while I pounded her sweet little pussy.
I helped her gather the rest of her things off the floor and slowly ran my fingers over each item. Bubblegum. Headphones. Strawberry lip balm and Tampons. Once I'm done filling her up, she won't be needing those. The last thing that caught my eye was her keys, and I snatched them up before she had a chance to.
"I'll take care of your apartment," I said as I rose.
