Page 26 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

It was only supposed to be a little crush.

Harmless.

It started so innocently, just another spark like every crush I’d had on older men. I swooned over my doctor for a few months, but that fizzled out. Sophomore year, I had steamy dreams about my driver’s ed teacher, but those faded too, like morning mist.

Then Mr. Dupont caught my eye, and without knowing it, he ignited a wildfire in me.

I was hooked, chasing the swarm of butterflies that danced in my gut every time his smile lit up the room.

When his hand grazed mine, a jolt of electric heat shot up my arm, painting my cheeks a vivid pink, and all I craved was to ride that current, to lose myself in the thrill of his touch.

It wasn’t my dream to be a shitty junior cheer coach my first few years out of high school, you can trust me on that. But I applied for the job because it got me closer to him .

Five days a week, I could see him.

Sometimes I’d even get to talk to him. I mean, never more than a few words…but still, just the exchange of a few words with him would leave me wet and achy for days on end.

I followed him around campus without him knowing, chasing those highs that made me feel .

I drove by his house a thousand times. I called him and hung up, just to hear the whistle of irritation in his tone on the fifth call.

He always gets annoyed on the fifth call.

I Googled and researched, I hit social media sites and read every issue of the Bluebell Leader that made mention of him.

I know his mother’s name and his father’s, too. Where they work and what they do.

Harmless little crush.

But about three months ago, while I was in my car in the school parking lot, watching West get out of his truck and adjust his hat on his head—the way I started every morning for the last year and a half— everything changed.

The harmless crush was usurped by pressing, needy, flaming desire, a desire so momentous and overwhelming that I could no longer stand by and watch him.

I had to have him.

On this particular morning, he adjusted his hat, righting it on his head, before adjusting other things, too.

The crotch of his jeans.

I’d never seen him do that before, not in the year plus timeframe of crushing on him. I’d personally imagined him touching himself…

I imagined what he looked like naked while touching himself.

I imagined what we’d look like naked together with me touching him, too.

But I’d never seen him so much as adjust his nuts, which I’ve learned is something every man needs to do. Source: high school boy s.

On that particular morning, he grabbed it . His knees gave way a little, doing a little bend as he shoved at his groin, then tugged his jeans.

I didn’t see his cock. I didn’t even see the outline, not from three rows of cars back.

But seeing him do that lit a fire in my belly that has been blazing out of control ever since.

Since then, I began obsessing over him more and more. He consumed me. Loving and needing him completely devoured me whole.

I could hardly stand the hollowness in my chest, the emptiness in my core, the vacancy between my legs; finally I couldn’t take it for a moment longer, not after seeing him jostle himself. It awakened something inside me.

That’s when I stole Cadence’s laptop.

I needed to pretend to be someone that he both knew and didn't truly know, a person that would get me in his world. That person had to be Cadence. Only, I couldn’t just take her computer, because that would look personal. So I took Mr. Ellis’s, too.

I guess I chose Cadence because she’s absolutely gorgeous, and she’s single, but she’s also kind of a bitch, and I don’t think West would really love her.

Cadence would get my foot in the proverbial door with him, and then I’d do the rest. I just needed her name, her face, and the idea of her for a few weeks.

Only weeks turned to months, and here I am head over heels in love with West Dupont, him thinking I’m truly Cadence fucking Caine.

I did have to pay the IT guys one month of salary to put a keystroke recorder on West’s laptop so I could figure out what dating apps he was using, and what his screen name was.

But it was worth being slightly behind on the mortgage and enduring a screaming lecture from my deadbeat father, because it got me here.

In his world.

He fell for me, we were exchanging naughty photos and having kinky fun. He wants me. He needs me. He really, actually, truly wants me. I’ve seen the physical proof. And the discovery that my man is into daddy domming and treating me like his babygirl that he just has to fuck?

West Dupont is perfect for me and I am so in love with him.

I’ll admit, it surprised me that West fell for me so quickly. I mean, not surprised because I’m a troll or something. I’m not. I’m incredible.

But I was surprised that it didn’t take longer. I don’t know why, but I was prepared to do this online thing with him for a full year.

I’m grateful, pleased and nearly vibrating that I don’t have to go three hundred and sixty five days like this—pretending to be her . I’ve hated having him think it’s her when it’s me.

But I did what had to be done.

Now, though, West wants to take our relationship offscreen, into reality .

I’m beyond ecstatic, honestly, I am. But this forces my hand. I have to make the big reveal and the hard sell faster than I’d planned.

I do, however, have a plan.

Every smart woman does.