Page 64 of Silver Fox Daddies

A few days have passed, and I’m still thinking about the bikers.

I passed my exam, only two marks away from one hundred percent, but my grades don’t bring joy to my day like they used to.

I miss the bikers. That’s all I can think about.

I return to the reception desk and check my phone. Every time a notification pings through from the group chat we made, I get a rush of dopamine. It eases my nervous system.

Yesterday, I didn’t hear from them for three hours and my heart went into overdrive, beating as fast as you’d expect it to in the last one hundred meters of a track event.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. All I know is that my feelings for them have grown.

It’s gotten so bad that now, I have to keep my phone on silent. I like the surprise of unlocking the screen to see a notification from them. Before, I found myself rushing over at every notification, disappointed every time I saw that the message wasn’t from them.

I’m going fucking insane.

But at the same time, I like it.

I drop into my seat behind the desk, wiggling the mouse. The door swings open and I sit up, spine straight, holding my breath and hoping it’s them.

It’s not.

My pussy has been sore the past couple of days. I’ve been waddling instead of walking. I’m actually disappointed that the soreness is almost gone—besides the tattoo, it’s all I have left of them.

I need to get a grip. It’s been two days and I’m suffering withdrawals, like I’m in love with them. But what does love actually feel like?

The door swings open again. By default, I sit up straight and anticipate leather-covered bodies.

Instead, it’s my father.

I straighten up, gulping. “Hey, Daddy.”

“Hey, sweetheart. How did the exam go?”

“Good. Two marks away from full marks.

He nods, smiling. “That’s good.”

A silence stretches between us. He glances over his shoulder a couple of times, then returns my gaze. I don’t know why he’s here. Visiting me during work isn’t something he normally does.

I bite my lip to anchor myself. Did he see me the other morning, hiding in the Venom Vultures clubhouse? Surely not. There’s no way it’s possible to see through a vent from the outside looking in. Still, the thought sends a nasty shiver down my spine. How will he react if he finds out that three bikers he wants dead took my virginity a few days ago?

Fuck, he would probably bump them up to the top of his kill list.

I force my shoulders down.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say, swallowing another lump that’s wedging itself inside of my throat. “I’m good.” I tilt my head, reversing the roles. “How areyou?What are you doing here?”

“Can a father not come and visit his daughter while she’s working?”

“Yes, I…I’m sure that’s fine.”

“Great.” He flashes me a cheesy grin, one all too cheerful for the library. “Dinner tonight? I found a nice Italian place in the city yesterday.”

We haven’t done that in months. “Um, yes,” I stammer. “Sounds perfect.”

He leaves me with another smile, waving me goodbye.