Page 85 of Sweet Violence
Rhys blinked once, then grinned wider. “Oh, that one hit a nerve.”
He’smydaddy.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I flipped him off as I backed toward the hallway. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you still love me,” he called after me.
Yeah.
“Archie,” my mom called. “Lift the handle.”
My hand was already on the bathroom door. I paused, glancing back at her.
“Door handle," she added, nodding toward it. “It sticks. You have to lift it a little or it won’t turn.”
A huff of a laugh left me. “I remember.”
I slipped into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind me, the noise of the kitchen muffling just enough to breathe again.
My phone was in my hand before I even registered reaching for it.
Not to text him…
I stared at the screen for half a second.
Okay, maybe to text him.
I stared at the screen for a second, thumb hovering, pulse a little too loud in my ears.
My teeth pressed into my bottom lip, eyes scanning the top of the screen… and then I blinked.
Once.
Twice.
My stomach dropped and flipped at the same time, heat burning my cheeks and the tips of my ears.
My fingers moved before I could overthink it.
Archie: Did you change your name in my phone to Daddy?
The typing bubble appeared immediately.
My breath caught a little as I watched it, stupidly locked in.
Daddy: Yes.
Daddy: You seem to continuously need reminding who you belong to.
My back hit the bathroom door, breath leaving me in a quiet rush. Head spinning and cock filling, I pressed the heel of my palm along the length.
Jesus.
Daddy: you need something, Rabbit? Everything okay?
Archie: I just… miss you.
