Jasper
I was feeling better after playing for a little while with Lucky.
He reminded me that Lu gave me hugs and didn’t mind me sucking my thumb like some of the Daddies at the Devil did.
And while listening to Daddy Lu telling the story of how we met, I found myself feeling better about everything.
He was thinking that I knew everything going into it. He didn’t mean to play a prank on me.
Not being the mistress – mister? Whatever you call it – is a good thing.
Unfortunately, my good mood plummets when he talks about his cousins and that he only needed to be married to keep his position as owner and CEO of Ryder Financial Enterprises. He only went to Vegas to get married so that he keeps his job. I kind of skipped over that part earlier in the story.
He only married me because he thought it was an agreement, a contract marriage like in all of those silly short reel shows.
Gigi and I are addicted to them even though they all follow the same exact plot.
Oh, I wish I would be married to the billionaire CEO and have all of my enemies and everyone who was ever mean to me meet their end, preferably without the aphrodisiac, surprise babies, kidnapping, comas, and questionable medical malpractice.
“Jazzy, Sweetheart, the marriage might have been rushed because of my grandfather’s will, but it doesn’t change the fact that I fell in love with you from the first sweet potato fry.”
Looking up, I can’t help but want to believe him. Even though we have spent a total of maybe fourteen hours together, I know I love him, too.
“I love you, too, Daddy,” I murmur and place a kiss on his scratchy stubbled chin before tucking myself back against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.
“That’s something I’m confused about, Jazz. Why do you call me Daddy?”
I freeze up. I turn to look at Lucky in horror. He’s not a Daddy?!