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“She’s Peter King’s daughter.” Christian answers not taking his eyes off me. “He spoils her and she thinks everyone else is below her.” Christian rubs the bridge of his nose as he leans back in his chair. “I’m not having you upset to the point you miss half a day of school just because of her. I’m going to call the school tomorrow and then her father.”
“Please don’t, I don’t want them to think I’m a snitch who’s gone running to her boyfriend for help!”
"Boyfriend?" Christian asks as his eyebrows disappear into his hairline.
“Obviously you’re more than that but that’s how they will see it,” I reply quickly. Christian looks at me for a moment before beckoning me over with his finger. As soon as I reach him, he pulls me onto his lap and wraps an arm around my waist.
“I know you don’t like the idea of me fighting your battles for you, but you need to learn that we are all here to protect you. We don’t like knowing that someone is giving you a hard time and if there is something we can do to prevent that then we will,” he explains.
“But if you go in there with guns blazing it will make things worse. If you go to her father you might as well paint a target on my back!” I argue. Christian seems to consider it for a moment.
“How about this? I will take you to school tomorrow and for a coffee, if she sees you and doesn’t say anything then I will leave it. If she does, I will tell the school that you haven’t complained I am as I’ve seen first-hand the way she treats you.”
“It makes sense, shorty. That way she can't put any blame on you,” Maximus says next to us. I look at Sean who gives me a reassuring nod.
“Okay,” I sigh. "But you promise not to go over my head and complain anyway?” I ask looking at Christian who shakes his head.
“I wouldn’t do that to you, sweetheart, but I will protect you. I wouldn’t be doing my job as you daddy if I didn’t.”
I nod as I know he’s right; he has always done whatever he can to protect me.
“Thank you,” I whisper kissing him. Christian tightens his hold and kisses me back.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he whispers before I notice a new look appear on his face. “Now back to the ‘boyfriend’ comment.”
I quickly put my arms around his neck and pull out the best puppy dog eyes I can manage.
“I’m sorry. You are more than just my boyfriend, Daddy. But I just meant that’s how the school will understand it. What else could I have said?” I ask throwing as much innocence into my voice as possible.
“How about Daddy? Love of my life? Other half? Lover? Fiancé? Husband? Fucking dom would be better thanboyfriend!” He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger as I hear Maximus and Sean both chuckle from their seats. “Never refer to any of us as your boyfriends, again. Is that understood baby girl?” Christian warns as his eyes bore into mine and I feel a fire erupt between my legs from the intensity of his glare.
“Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”
Christian continues to look at me for a moment before a smile softens his face. He leans forward and lightly presses his lips to mine.
“Good girl. Now come on, it’s six, meaning dinner will be on the table.” I jump off his lap and follow Christian, and Maximus out of the room. Sean steps up beside me and places his arm around my shoulder tugging me against him.
“Feeling better, princess,” he whispers into my ear. I turn to look at him and nod. “I’m glad to hear it,” he adds with a smile before kissing my head and leading me into the huge dining room.
31
Jasmine
“Morning Daddy!”
I find Christian sitting in the kitchen reading something on his tablet, dressed in a designer all-black suit, drinking coffee. He turns and kisses me with a smile.
“Morning, baby girl. Did you sleep well?”
“I did,” I reply grinning, thinking of how well I slept after Sean, Maximus and I made love for at least an hour. Mrs Brown places half a grapefruit and a cup of coffee in front of me.
“Thank you, Mrs Brown.”
"You're welcome, Miss Connor,” she replies with a smile.
“Please just call me Jasmine, I really do hate being referred to as Miss Connors,” I sigh as I look at the lady in front of me. She offers me a quick smile before turning back to the stove where I can smell bacon cooking.
“Why do you hate being called Miss Connor?”
