Chapter 3
Chapter
Three
Aria”
Hey, Baby," Theo whispers.
"Mmmhhmmm," is all I reply while I try and roll over so the sun is not in my face.
"I'm leaving, so I need you to sit up." His tone is still gentle, but he is giving me instructions to follow.
I momentarily contemplate not listening, but I have a better idea.
I sit up, pulling my pillow against my body and resting my head on the top.
He said I had to sit up, not that I had to wake up.
"Aria," he scolds.
"Daddy," I scold back. I can hear the quiet laugh he is trying to suppress. I slowly open one of my eyes and peek at him over my pillow. He is looking down at me with an amused smile.
"Hey, I am getting ready to leave and need to talk to you before I go." I let out an over dramatic sigh before lifting my head off the pillow and look at him.
"I should only be gone a night or two. If you need anything, I put Mia’s number in your phone, and Enzo is downstairs and can get you anything you need.
” He pauses, taking me in. “Do you remember the rules I laid out yesterday?
" He rolls his sleeves up over his forearms, and I can't help but watch.
I never understood the stereotype of women finding forearms sexy, but watching Theo definitely has my heart racing.
"Uhmm, home by nine, proof of life, and send you screenshots of how I'm spending your money," I rattle off.
"And?" he asks, encouraging me to remember.
"And?" I ask back, because I woke up literally thirty seconds ago and barely know my name.
"If you leave the house, I want to know and to receive hourly updates."
"See, I didn't remember that because I don't plan on leaving the house." I smile up at him, proud of my excuse. It is true, I wasn't planning on going anywhere. Today was going to be a sleep and shop kind of day. Two things I love to do in bed, amongst other things.
"And because you forgot a rule, I'm going to add one."
"How's that fair? If I can't remember five, how am I supposed to remember six?" I roll my eyes. He leans down, putting his arms on either side of me, caging me in.
"No orgasms without my permission." My eyes shoot open as I make contact with his.
"You're a masochist," I whisper. He leans in and presses his lips against mine.
"Sadist, baby. The word you're looking for is sadist ." He kisses me again. "And this is just the tip."
"I like your tip," I breathe against his lips.
"Oh, I know you do." He smiles again before kissing me deeper, and wrapping one arm behind my back, pulling me in. It's just a kiss, but it has butterflies swarming in my stomach.
"Last time, what are the rules?" He pulls away just enough that I can't kiss him, and puts his arm back on the bed beside me.
"Tell you if I leave the house, hourly updates, home by nine, proof of life, tell you how I'm spending your money, and no orgasms without permission." I grit that last rule out between my teeth.
"Good girl." I smile at the adoration. "Again, this trip shouldn't take too long, so I'll be home soon.
But if I am not, good luck with your interview.
You're going to do great." He kisses my forehead.
"And remember, good girls get rewarded, and broken rules have consequences.
" That sentence ties knots in my stomach.
The kind that are somehow both uncomfortable yet still pleasant.
I just nod, hoping for one more kiss. Moments later, he gently places one of his hands on the side of my face and leans down for one of the most gentle kisses he has ever given me. I can't help but smile like a giddy child. He steps back, grabs his suitcase, and begins to leave the room.
"Daddy," I call out before he is gone. He turns and looks at me. “You said, you don’t care how much I spend?” He nods. “But really, what's the budget?”
He lets out an amused laugh before smiling and saying, “I guess you will just have to spend to find out.”
I roll my eyes and let my body flop back onto the bed. No limit? There has to be a limit. I guess I will start shopping and see where he draws the line.
I pull my phone off the charger and begin scrolling. I have an interview to prepare for, and I don’t know if I purchased anything interview-worthy the other night. Let’s start with the fun part, shoes.
I quickly look up Louboutins. I have no idea what my pay will be at this place if I even get the job.
This may be my only chance to get the shoes of my dreams. The thought of buying them online doesn’t sit right with me.
I want to go to the store and be catered to while picking out a pair—or several.
Hi, Mia, it’s Aria. Theo said I could call you if I needed anything.
Of course, what do you need?
Would you want to go shopping with me?