Chapter 26
It’s been eight weeks since I moved in with Rafael and Oliver, and I couldn’t be happier. I finished schooling shortly after. Darryl was noticeably absent in school, which was odd, but I didn’t want to reach out, knowing what happened between us would only anger Rafael. Truth be told, his behavior that day made me uncomfortable, so it’s for the best that our friendship has come to an end.
Rafael encouraged me to stay home with Oliver and oversee his staff while I followed through with an online course in child psychology.
Me and Oliver are closer than ever, and his speech is progressing in the right direction, much to Rafael’s approval. Oliver has become my little shadow, and I love it. He’s so sweet natured, which is jarring, considering the world he is growing up in. I can’t help but wonder if Rafael would have been softer given the chance, but then I remind myself I love him the way he is.
I realized I’d fallen in love with him at the beginning of our relationship, but I tried telling myself it was infatuation because of his attention toward me. But the way he looks at me like I’m his everything, and the tender kisses he presses on my head, have me hoping he feels the same way. Something tells me Rafael hasn’t shown affection before, and I’m constantly telling myself he never had this sort of relationship with Oliver’s mother. My jealousy over her makes my heart feel like it’s shattering. Even though I know she’s passed away, I can’t help but feel cheated out of the fact she gave him Oliver, the sweet little boy I wished was my own blood. She gave him something I didn’t, and for that, I hate her.
Turning around, I glance into the mirror again; I’ve come a long way since I last wore this school uniform, and as I button up my blouse and straighten out the creases, I stand taller. I’ve gone from an innocent virginal schoolgirl to the perfect little doll for her daddy. The bedroom door opens, and Rafael leans against the doorframe. His stare fills with lust as he scans me up and down. Then he licks his lips like a predator, his eyes eating me whole.
My heart hammers and heat gathers on my cheeks at the way his lust-filled gaze sears into me with a promise of retribution.
Scanning over his clothes, my brows furrow. This was meant to be a Halloween party, and he’s not in costume. Of course, he looks as hot as ever with his black pants and black shirt, his hair slicked back, giving him his signature look. I hope I’m not the only one dressing up. Rafael informed me I would meet his father and brother tonight, and I don’t want to create an idiot out of myself by being the only one in costume.
Ironic, really, that my outfit is now deemed a costume, yet only a few short months ago it was my reality, my life.
He drags a calculated tattooed finger over his lip. “Where’s your costume, Rafael? You said this was a costume party.” I huff.
A dark chuckle escapes him. “I have a mask, Little Doll.” He withdraws his hand from behind his back and holds out a black mask with neon crosses for eyes, and excitement thrums in my veins. The way he says my nickname has me clenching my thighs, and he chuckles as if knowing the reaction I have toward him.
“Come on, let’s get this party over with.” He holds his hand out for me, and I step forward, slipping mine into his. He pulls me against his chest, then grinds his hard cock against me. “I’m going to fuck you in this uniform.” He nips at my ear with a groan.
I go up on my tiptoes to capture his lips. “I’m counting on it, Daddy.”
Then I step back, push past him, and revel in the growl that leaves him as he follows me down the stairs while I add extra sway to emphasize my ass.