Page 15 of Daddy's Good Girl

“I’m hoping she won’t because of my past.”

“What past?I just told you the daughter thing is lame—”

“No, myotherpast.Other things that have happened,” I say abruptly.“I had two ex-girlfriends get pregnant and both women terminated their pregnancies.It broke my heart.I wanted to be a dad, and I lost those chances.”

This time, Logan is silent.

“I’m sorry, my man,” he finally speaks.“That must have been real difficult.My condolences.”

I shrug.

“It happened years ago.More than a decade even, but yeah, that’s why I use Sweet Lies.I can’t go through that shit again.I don’t want someone getting pregnant and then aborting my child.It’s easier to keep things casual.”

“Except you’re not,” Logan responds immediately.“Do you see how twisted this is?You’re purposefully trying to knock up your girlfriend without telling her.Behind her back even, except she’s going to find out.”

“I know,” I say in a morose tone, staring at my hands.“I’m fucked.”

“Yeah, you kind of are,” Logan replies dryly.“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I respond, still staring at my beer.“Jenna could be pregnant right now.”

“And if she is?”Logan prompts, black brows raised.“What are you going to do then?”

That, I do know the answer to.I look at my buddy, eyes fierce.

“Beg her to keep the child.Confess everything.Give up my fortune, if I have to, because I want to be a dad, and I’ll do anything to make it happen.”

My declaration is true because I’ve never revealed the depths of my desperation to anyone.I’ve always wanted to be a father again, and Sweet Lies was one way to keep that desire at bay.As long as I was hiring girls as fucktoys, it didn’t matter.They weren’t going to get pregnant, and I wasn’t sticking around for more than one night, anyways.

But now the situation is turned on its head, and I’ve behaved like an utter tool ...and it’s my sweet Jenna who’s going to pay the price.

8

Jenna

“So how’s my dad?”Emma burbles, bouncing up and down on my dorm bed.“I haven’t see you, or him, in forever.”

I laugh because revealing my secret relationship with Rick to his daughter wasn’t easy.How do you confess that you’re secretly in love with your friend’s father, and that even crazier, that you met him on an escort site?But I couldn’t lie forever because Emma and I have grown close, and she could sense that I’d met someone.She kept probing and prying, and finally, the truth came out.

“What?”she sputtered when I finally told her.“Mydad?Are you crazy?He’s so old!Eeew!”

I smiled.

“Rick’s not that old,” I said diplomatically.“He’s forty-five.”

Emma looks repulsed, her skin literally going a bit green.

“That’sold, girlfriend.Again, eeew.But I don’t get it.How did you guys even meet?”

I take a deep breath.

“Through Sweet Lies,” I said in an even tone.“Remember that site—”

“Oh my god, my dad’s on Sweet Lies?”Emma screeches.“Oh my god, oh my god!I was thinking of signing up there too!What if we had crossed paths!Can you imagine seeing your dad’s dating profile?Disgusting!”

I giggled because the situation was so ridiculous that there was nothing to do but laugh.But thankfully, it seems my friend is more preoccupied with the absurdity of the situation, as opposed to any betrayal of our friendship.I finally convinced her to have dinner with me and Rick, and it turned out completely fine.If anything, Emma is happy for us, and excited that her dad finally has a girlfriend after all these years.

But yes, I’m careful when I chat with my buddy because Emma doesn’t need to know about the hot and raunchy sex I’m having with her dad.And yes, Rick’s and my sex life has only gone through the roof because we’ve incorporated a lot of forbidden acts into our play, including an assortment of naughty toys, as well as the rawness of unprotected intimacy.I love it because I had no idea that so much could be done when a man and a woman decide to be together like that.I’ve had Rick’s cock in meeverywhere, and he leaves me creamy and dripping, sore and achy at every chance he gets.So I smile purposefully at my friend, intent on steering the subject elsewhere.Anywhereelse, actually.