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I can’t take my eyes off Solene, fuckingSolenenursing at another woman’s breast, but Auntie Cat doesn’t give me a choice. She gives my hand a firm tug, pulling me away from the scene and to the other side of the store.
It isn’t long before I’m caught up in the thrill of shopping, though I still occasionally sneak glances over at Solene. At some point she finishes nursing and sits squirming on a wooden stool behind the counter while we shop.
And shop. And shop. Dresses, onesies, overalls, socks and shoes, everything I imagine a Little girl could possibly want or need has either been packed up or ordered for us by the time we leave, and even I am a little shocked by how much Auntie Cat and Jasper have spent on me.
Maybe being “Daddy’s little girl” won’t be so bad after all.
Chapter Eleven
Jasper
Shopping, as it always has, puts Juliet in a much better mood than before. So much so, I’m able to reward her by removing the pacifier gag. And it’s a good thing her attitude is so improved, considering what’s in store for her this afternoon.
But before we get to that, Cat and I walk her over to the cafe for lunch. Between shopping and fucking my naughty little stepsister’s face, I’m famished.
As soon as we step into the bright, colorful interior of the cafe, a happy shriek meets our ears. “Auntie Cat! Uncle Jasper!”
Tori makes a beeline for Cat, who swoops her up in a tight hug, her laughter ringing out as she cuddles our “niece” to her chest. “Hello, sweet girl. I guess you aren’t holding a grudge over yesterday, then?”
Pink blossoms on Tori’s cheeks as she shakes her head, her brown curls bouncing with the movement. “No, Ma’am. I’m sorry I was so naughty.”
“Apology accepted, sweetheart. Are you feeling better today?”
“Uh-huh. Daddy brought me to get a treat ‘cuz I’ve beensogood! I got a brownie as big as my head!”
“That’s right, little one.” Beaming with pride, Maxwell holds his arms out for Cat to pass his Little girl back to him. His gaze drops to my side, where Juliet is still clinging to my hand. “And this must be the lovely Juliet. I’m?—”
“Maxwell Stone,” Juliet interrupts, her tone smug. “I know who you are.”
Of course she does. He is, or was, one of the most eligible bachelors in the world until little Victoria came along. Juliet likely has a file on her phone with his likes, dislikes, everything down to his shoe size and his favorite restaurant.
It takes me a moment to identify the emotion clawing at my stomach as jealousy. I am not a man accustomed to the emotion and I don’t appreciate feeling it now. But the thought thatmyLittle girl might have her eye on someone who isn’t me doesn’t sit well in the least.
Maxwell glances over at me, one dark eyebrow raising before shifting his attention back to Juliet. “I was going to say I’m your Uncle Max. And this is my Little girl, Victoria.”
“You can call me Tori if you want to.” From her perch on her Daddy’s hip, Tori gives a shy wave. “I like your dress.”
The snort of derision Juliet returns has Maxwell’s mouth tipping down in a frown. But my sister doesn’t seem to notice. “This thing? It’s ridiculous. Like, I know it’s a Solene original but comeon. It’s hideous.”
It isn’t lost on anyone, especially not poor little Tori, that the dress Juliet is wearing is nearly identical to the one Tori has on, only in a different color. “Oh,” Tori says softly, her bottom lip trembling just a bit before she turns to wrap her arms around Maxwell’s neck, her face hidden in his shoulder.
Now the look Maxwell sends my way is full of censure, and I don’t blame him one bit. Fury bubbles in my veins as I look downat my unrepentant Little girl. “Juliet. That was incredibly rude. Apologize to Uncle Max and Victoria right now.”
“Why? I was just being honest.” She looks up at me, a too-sweet smile plastered on her face. “Wouldn’t you want me to be honest, big brother?”
“There is a difference between honest and cruel, little girl. Apologize. Now.”
“I’m not going to apologize for sharing my opinions.”
“All right. Then I’m sure your Uncle Max will be happy to teach you a lesson in manners. Max?”
With a predatory smile stretched across his face, Max nods. “Gladly. Cat, would you mind taking Victoria for me while I deal with our naughty little niece?”
“What?” Juliet’s voice is so shrill it nearly makes me wince as she jerks her hand from mine and takes a stumbling step backward. Eyes wild with horror, she looks from me to Maxwell and back again. “You can’t let him spank me!”
“I absolutely can, and will, Juliet. You were very rude and you hurt Victoria’s feelings. Since you don’t want to apologize on your own, you can apologize from over Uncle Max’s lap.”
“Daddy, no!” As her protests turn to wails, Juliet throws her hands behind her, as if that will be enough to protect her from any punishment she’s earned. “I don’t want him to spank me, please, Daddy!”