Page 43 of My Downfall
“Show me the same respect I show you when you’re talking to me. You don’t ever want to tell me to ‘fuck off’ again. Believe me it won’t end well for you.”
“Hmm, like the respect you show me when you’ve got your dick in my mouth and are calling me your little slut?” My dick pulses in my sweatpants at her words.
“That’s different and you know it.”
“Fine,” she huffs but I just stare her down. “Sorry, okay? It just slipped out.”
I still stare at her, she’s not given me what I want, not yet.
“Oh my god,” she mutters under her breath. “Sorry,Daddy. There, happy now?”
“Such a brat,” I whisper.
Your brat,she mouths at me and I can’t help but smile at her.
“As for your mom, tell her you’ve met someone.”
“And that I’m spending every night with them?” She tilts her head at me like she thinks I’m being ridiculous.
“Yeah, exactly that.”
“Who spends every night together at the beginning of a relationship?”
“We do,” I shrug.
“Hudson,” she grates out. “Take a minute to think about this. Be reasonable.”
“What is it you think would be acceptable, then?” I can be fair.
“Three nights.”
“Absolutely not.” Fuck being fair. No way. “You get one night at home.”
“I get?” She turns to glare at me. “You don’t control me.”
“Sweet pea, we both know that neither of us want to spend more than a night away from each other. Don’t fight me on this when it’s what we both want.”
“Six nights a week together is insane.”
“Not if it’s what we both want.” I push my plate away from me, my dinner now finished.
“My mom’s going to want to meet you at some point. What do we do then?”
I shrug. “Then I meet her.”
Her head drops to the breakfast bar as she knocks it against the marble several times. “I give up,” she mutters and I chuckle at her overreaction.
“What’s wrong with me meeting your mother?”
“We can’t be anything, Hudson. Why on earth would you meet my mother?”
I point at her as my frustration begins to grow. “Stop thinking like that. I will find a way for us to work, trust me on that.”
“Are you saying this is serious?”
“Tell me you’re joking? You cannot honestly be asking me that. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life as I am about you.”
“I thought we were scratching an itch, that we were getting this out of our systems so we could move on.”
