ROWAN
I let her sniff my scent.
For a few seconds, she stayed close to my neck, breathing in deeply like she was trying to figure out something.
Then she suddenly pulled back.
She was still holding onto her money tightly, as if someone was going to take it away from her.
Her eyes looked at me suspiciously, "Why are you smelling like my wicked daddy?!"
I stared at her.
I didn't know whether to laugh or sigh.
How was I supposed to explain this to her?
She was drunk.
She wouldn't understand anything I said, especially after I had already told her that I was her daddy.
She called me wicked because of what happened in the afternoon because I refused to give her the answer she wanted.
But she didn't understand.
She didn't understand how important she was to me. She didn't understand
