Chapter 40 — I Think I'm Horny
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“I didn't know—”
“I know you didn't, Rosie,” Henry said, pinching my ear.
“Ouch…” I whined, rubbing the sore spot.
“You haven't eaten anything yet—”
I grabbed onto his arms before he could pull away.
“I'm not hungry.” I rushed out.
In other words, I like this position too much to let it go.
He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
“We will come back to this later,” he said.
I squinted at him in distrust.
He rolled his eyes, and tried pulling away again, but my legs wound around him instead.
“Come on, Rosie—”
“You promise?” I asked, searching his eyes.
He tapped a finger on my nose, smiling softly. “I promise.”
A large grin spread across my face.
“Can you let go of me now?” Henry asked, teasingly.
“Carry me.” I said, holding my arms up.
“You're not a baby, Rosie. You can walk.”
Funny how he said that, but his hands were still on my thighs, and he wasn't even trying to pull away.
“Aren't I your baby anymore, Daddy?”
His eyes darkened slightly, fingers flexing against my thighs.
“I thought we were reserving that word for when I fully get married to your mother.”
Like hell, you will.
Using my legs wrapped around him—I pulled him closer, curled my arms around his neck and tugged his face towards me.
Very close…
Close enough that if either of us moved—
Our lips would touch.
“But you like it when I call you Daddy, don't you?” I murmured, staring at his lips.
His gaze fell down to mine also.
Suddenly—
I screeched as arms lifted me up with ease.
My arms and legs locked around him more firmly.
“You should've given me a heads-up, asshole.”
Smack.
My cheeks reddened instantly.
“What was that for?”
“For being a disrespectful brat.”
“f**k you—”
Another smack.
“Henry…” I whined.
He chuckled loudly, hands under my ass as he walked to the kitchen.
“What are we having for dinner?”
He hummed thoughtfully.
“I'm not quite sure, let's see what we have in the fridge.”
“Alright, Daddy.”
He tsked softly, setting me down on the kitchen countertop, then he opened the fridge, staring at its contents.
He clicked his tongue, scratching his chin softly.
“What do you say to creamy pasta and grilled chicken?”
“I'll take anything you cook, if it comes with your dick.” I grinned.
He scoffed lightly, pulling ingredients out of the fridge.
“Pass me an apple, please.”
He did, then went back to cooking.
“Are you going to help with anything or…”
“I think I feel very comfortable, sitting here and looking pretty,” I replied, spreading my legs shamelessly.
His eyes fell down to my thighs, then his tongue darted out, licking his bottom lip.
“My eyes are up here, Mister.” I said, biting into the apple.
A drop of water from the apple rolled down my exposed chest.
“Oops…” I drawled, swiping the drop away with my thumb before bringing the finger to my lips.
His lips parted slightly, gaze fixed on me as I wrapped my mouth on the thumb, sucking gently.
He shifted slightly, and my eyes dropped to the bulge between his legs.
“Has anyone told you that you're quite a handful, Miss Alphonse?” Henry said.
“I'd say you're the first, Mr Gareth.” I replied, twirling the strap of my sleeve between my fingers.
“Although I've been told I'm quite handy in the kitchen, so I don't mind helping.”
He smiled softly.
“How about you just sit there and look pretty instead.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He shook his head and went about our dinner.
……..
6:45
Dinner was ready.
We both sat at the dining table preparing to eat when—
“Bzzz”
Henry's phone vibrated in his pockets.
He stared at the caller ID.
“It's your mum,” he said, taking the call.
I nodded, stuffing my mouth with food.
“Hey big man.” Mum's voice floated into my ears.
“Hey little lady,” Henry replied, placing the phone on the table before he began eating too.
I rolled my eyes.
“How are you doing?” mum asked.
“I'm doing well, how about you? How's work?”
Mum scoffed softly, “It's a f*****g train wreck, I tell you.”
“It seems to be stressing you out.”
“It is… the shareholders conference at the White House investment summit was just cancelled. The minister of affairs can't seem to reach the Chief of Staff—”
“Isn't that Jacob Duncan?”
I perked up, tuning into their conversation.
“Yes, it is.” Mum replied, sighing in exasperation.
“I just don't understand what's going on with him?”
Probably the same reason why Lena now has a bodyguard.
But would Henry tell mum that something fishy was definitely going on?
No.
“Don't worry, love. I'm sure he'll come around soon.”
See…
I rolled my eyes.
“I hope so…” mum murmured, “Are you eating?”
“Yes… I am, come join me.”
“I'm sure you already ate it all.” Mum grunted.
“I assure you, there's still more,” Henry replied, with a playful smile on his lips.
Shuffling came from the other end, then a low groan.
“Well, I'm not hungry. I'm bored.” Mum whined.
Henry chuckled lowly.
“I can keep you company, what do you want to talk about?”
“I don't want to talk, Henry.”
“But you just said you were bored.”
“I'm bored, yes. But I'm also alone…” she replied, her voice dropping an octave lower.
“All alone… in my hotel room and on this big bed.”
Henry cleared his throat, awkwardly.
“What do you suggest we do, then?”
“I think I'm horny,” Mum said, in a sultry voice. “What do you say we… s*x cam?”
I froze.
My mouth hung open, spoon suspended in midair.
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