Page 50 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
I looked across at Spike who looked away then. I wished I could tell him my plan, but I knew I had to keep it secret till dinner. If he knew, he would try and discourage me. He would try and ‘do the right thing’ according to him.
Now, I wasn’t going to let anything else stand in the way. Tonight, we were going to be together, and Daddy would just have to accept that.
I had an hour to go before dinner, and I decided to spend it in my bedroom by myself, because Spike would not come in. Just one more hour and this would all be over.Cherie and the rest of the housekeeping staff organized the dinner according to my instructions. I wanted them to prepare some of Daddy’s favorite dishes. Spike was standing at the dining room door, trying not to make eye contact with me.
I knew he had noticed my plunging pink dress already. I knew he was thinking about me when he wasn’t looking. Why was he torturing himself? Us?
It didn’t matter anymore, I had to remind myself. All that mattered now was Daddy accepting what I had to tell him.
He came in with Jim, and they were both deep in conversation. He sat down at the head of the table without giving me a glance. Jim still had his ear, and they were talking to each other about something that sounded important.
“Daddy! Please! You’ve been away for two weeks. Can you please stop working?” I knew my voice sounded different. I didn’t usually plead like this. One of the reasons why my father thought I was perfect was because of the talent I had in making myself invisible. Just blending into the background.
He looked at me, and Jim did too, and then he drew in his breath and clenched his jaws tightly.
“Okay, Jim, go, leave us.”
Jim seemed to let out a grunt before he walked away. Spike was still at the door; he was the only other person in the room. Daddy threw him a look and then breathed in the delicious aroma of the dinner.
“Alright, sweetheart, I’m all yours. This looks great. You have outdone yourself!”
“I did nothing, Daddy. It was Cherie and the others.”
“Of course. Well, sweetheart, this is a great welcome home, but I don’t need to remind you that I am a busy man. I can’t keep having private dinners with you every night.”
I gulped, trying to pluck up the courage I needed, and then I nodded.
“I don’t expect you to, Daddy, because I have been thinking about changing our arrangement.”
I couldn’t help but glance in Spike’s direction. He had his brows furrowed. He could hear me clearly and didn’t know what I was talking about. I had piqued his curiosity.
Daddy was already serving himself the seafood linguine he loved. It didn’t look as if he was actually paying attention to what I was saying.
“Daddy? Did you hear me? I want to tell you something. It’s important.”
He dug his fork into his food and looked up at me only after he had taken his first bite.
“Alright, sweetheart, I’m listening. What is your big news?”
I had my hands clasped in my lap. I hadn’t touched any of the food yet.
“It’s about Spike,” I said.
Daddy was surprised. He turned to look at Spike who was now standing straighter, his shoulders squarer. He had no idea where I was going with this either.
“You mean your bodyguard?” Daddy asked.
I nodded.
“He is not just my bodyguard. He is more than that. I am in love with him,” I said.“Sabrina…” Spike spoke up and came toward me. Daddy was too shocked to say anything at the start, but then he held a hand up to stop Spike in his path, glaring at me the whole time.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Daddy snarled. I couldn’t remember him cursing before so this came as a shock to me too.
I stood up from my chair slowly.
“I know this is big news and I think we should all sit down together and discuss this rationally,” I said. I had never had a conversation like this before. Daddy and I never discussed ‘boys’. Maybe he thought I had never even been with a guy.
“You are out of your mind!” Daddy shouted and banged his fists on the table.
“Mr. Wyndham, I think we should all remain calm.” Spike spoke firmly, coming up close to the table. Daddy turned in his chair to glare at him now.
“What did you just say? Did you just tell me to calm the fuck down? In my home? At my dining table?”
Spike threw me a look and drew in a deep breath.
“I am not trying to disrespect you in your home, Mr. Wyndham, but I’m just trying to keep the peace.”
“Keep the fucking peace? After what you’ve done to my daughter? What have you done to her?”
