IVY
I feel like an asshole laying beside Sierra while she sleeps.
While she was in need of her father, I was busy being f****d by him.
How could we have been so…?
I’m not even certain what word to use.
I get up from bed and move to the window where I’m standing for hours, until the moment I feel him.
The man who’s made a monster of me.
Standing in front of him right now, I can’t slow down my racing heart. Every single nerve ending in my body recognizes his presence and never fails to act accordingly.
That’s the only explanation I have for why my n*****s are peeking through my shirt like he’s promised them sweet treats.
“You should be in bed," I whisper.
"So should you."
"I couldn't sleep."
"Neither could I."
I clear my throat to push the wicked thoughts his baritone for
