Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel Rebel Wild (i have read the book a hundred times .txt) 📖

why he would pick this place when I’m dressed in the same outfit I wore to school. He’s the one always telling me I should dress well for him. Now he’s breaking his own rule by taking me out in a boring, white, cotton dress and flats. He walks confidently with me on his arm as the hostess shows us to our table.

“Look at me,” he demands as I pretend to study the menu and I do as I’m told. Something in his eyes is making me nervous. It’s not anger, but it doesn’t look like anything good either. I just can’t figure him out yet. I decide I need to tread lightly, so I sub up. “How was your day?”

“Fine, sir.”

“Just fine?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you like your classes?”

I think he is genuinely interested and I’m eager to tell him, but I just can’t trust his mood yet.

“Yes, sir,” I simply answer his question.

He makes no further attempts to talk to me as we silently eat our dinner.

Chapter Twenty-One

This is just fucking terrific. She’s clammed up on me. I can’t even sway her with a conversation about her classes. She must be excited about them, and I genuinely want to hear about her day. Perhaps I should have called Maloney to talk me out of this after all.

I cannot believe I’m sitting here second-guessing myself. To hell with that. I’m her damn Dom. I decide how this shit goes, not her. I can order her to speak to me if I choose, and to not act all… well shit, I can’t order her to stop acting submissive. I’ve fucked myself in the ass on this one.

We eat our meal in silence. Sydney’s uneasiness is pouring off her and I hate it. I hope that I haven’t set us back with this fuckup. I call the celebratory dinner a wash and drive us back home.

“I need to catch up on work,” I tell her, pissed at myself for getting us into this mess. “I assume you’ll be in the library?”

“Yes, sir,” she says, still with her two-word answers.

Normally, I like my women quiet, but I’ve grown to like how talkative Sydney gets when she’s happy. I nod my approval and watch as she walks away in the direction of the library. She’s practically running away from me. She hasn’t done that since the first day she arrived.

I’m at my desk for over an hour looking over what I have on the docket for tomorrow. Sydney talking to someone breaks the deafening silence. The sounds are muffled, but I’d know her voice anywhere. It’s lively like she’s excited. I get up to go investigate. The closer I get to the kitchen door, the clearer the voices become. Instead of barging in this time, I stand in the hall and listen.

“So, your professor gave you all an excerpt from a book and he wanted you to critique it?” Brianna asks her.

“But wait,” she says. “When we all passed our papers forward, they were all filled with red marks. He went back to his desk and read the critiques out loud, all of them saying how they could see why the story was rejected by every publishing company in the state of California.”

“And that pissed him off?” Joe asks. She must have nodded because I didn’t hear her respond.

“It wasn’t until after he stormed out that his TA let us know the excerpt was from the professor’s own rejected novel,” she says, her voice nearly in hysterics at that tidbit of juicy news.

“Ouch. That had to hurt,” Bree says.

“Some people just can’t handle the truth, boo-boo,” Joe tells Brianna and Sydney laughs at, I’m sure, him calling her that ridiculous name.

Even so, I can’t stand that he’s made her laugh. I want to make her laugh. I wanted her to tell me about her damn day, but instead, she tells Joe and Brianna. I’m sure that prick Matt was there to have a good laugh about it with her today. My blood is boiling. Everyone gets to share in her day, but me. She’s mine and it’s time she realizes it. I walk through the door and they all look at me.

“I need to speak with Miss Warren,” I tell them, but they just sit there. “Alone,” I say, glaring at them.

Brianna automatically looks at Joe, wanting him to say something, but he just shakes his head at me. He pushes himself off the counter he was leaning on and walks toward the door, but when Bree doesn’t move, he takes her by the hand. Joe gives me a look, making it clear that I had better not do anything stupid before he walks Bree out the door. So, now she has my family defending her. This is just fucking great.

Taking Sydney by the arm, I pull her into the library and close the door with a loud thud that makes her jump. She looks at me with widened eyes as I stalk up to her. My intentions to do her harm are so clear that she instinctively backs away. She hits the wall behind her. I grab both of her wrists with one hand and hold them above her head, pressing them into the hard brick wall to keep her still. My other hand disappears under her dress.

“You need a lesson in who this belongs to, Miss Warren,” I hiss, pushing her panties aside as I slide my middle finger inside her.

“No, sir,” she says with a catch of her breath.

She shifts her hips to get away from me, but it only makes me want to control her more. I bring my lips to hers, feeling every muscle in her body tense and bracing for the contact. She relaxes into it. The way her body responds to me even when she doesn’t want it to gets me hard. I pull back to look at her. She’s like an angel in her white cotton