Ford’s POV
Daddy.
Fuck me.
My erection nearly breaks out of my sweatpants.
“Ford will be fine,” I mutter. “Can you please move out of the way so we can keep working?”
I don’t know where I got the coldness of my tone, the absolute detachment. Especially since my heart is beating fast in my chest, each second screaming with an emotion I really don’t want to name.
Livia’s eyes flash with hurt as I move away from her. But it gets replaced with that stubbornness I’ve come to expect from her.
“Well, how can we work if I move out of your way?” Her voice softens. “Maybe I want to stay close to you, daddy.”
Jesus Christ.
“I told you not to call me that.”
Livia nods. “Okay… daddy.”
Okay, fine.
Now my mind is filled with images of her saying that while I…
No.
Two can play at this game.
