CHAPTER 25
Poppy
Westcliffe Inc.
The letters were massive on the front of the building, gold and gleaming in the morning sun.
I barely noticed.
I was too busy watching Daddy walk ahead of me, the way his shoulders filled out his jacket, the way he moved like he owned every inch of ground beneath his feet. Which, okay, technically in this building he did, but still. It was unfair how good he looked. It was unfair how wet it made me just watching him walk.
I'd been wet since he woke me up this morning with his fingers already between my legs, making me c*m before I was even fully awake, before I could even whimper his name properly. And then he had pulled his hand away, wipe it clean on the sheets right in front of me, and tell me to get dressed.
Daddy was so mean sometimes.
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