Kylie's POV
"Let me take care of you." I said again, my eyes not leaving his erected member that strained in his pants for freedom. In refusal, he ignored me.
"You can leave if you want to, angel." He said, pulling off his clothes before cladding himself in a towel. Gregory walked over to the table, uncorking a bottle of whiskey.
I rushed to him. "And you're going to walk with this? Just let me take care of you, daddy."
He cursed inwardly before turning to me. "Stay away from me, angel. I'm not worth it, trust me. I don't deserve the kind of care you want to show me, but I don't really deserve it. I can take care of myself." He mused before taking a sip from the glass of whiskey.
"Why are you even saying this? I thought we just..."
"Leave, Kylie." He said curtly, growling lowly.
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