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  Daddy'south Girl

A Hot Taboo Romance

River Laurent

River Laurent

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Contents

Author's Note

Appreciations

ane. Quinn

2. Quinn

3. Madison

4. Quinn

5. Quinn

6. Quinn

7. Quinn

8. Quinn

9. Quinn

x. Madison

eleven. Quinn

12. Quinn

13. Quinn

14. Madison

15. Quinn

16. Quinn

17. Madison

18. Madison

Epilogue

Coming Soon

Taken Past The Baller

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Appreciations

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter 5

Chapter half dozen

Affiliate 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Affiliate x

Affiliate 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Epilogue

Cinderella.com

i. Cass

2. Cass

3. Cass

four. Cass

5. Cass

6. Cass

7. Cass

viii. Lars

9. Cass

10. Cass

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For a express time this file will include a special bonus of my previously unreleased book,

Taken By The Baller.

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My editor: Summer Ross: Wolfe Ross Editing

My proofreader: Brittany Urbaniak

My cover Designer: EmCat Designs

i

Quinn

"No fucking style, Kevin. No. Flat out, no," I burst out.

"Aw…come on, Quinn. Yous have to help me. I tin can't leave her here alone. She's just a child. Stella volition never ship her to me again if she finds out I left her here without developed supervision. It's partly your fault I have to go anyway," he cajoled in my ear, his phonation slightly deadened. He must take pinned the phone between his shoulder and his ear, to free up his hands and so he could pack as he moved around his business firm.

I'd have taken the trip myself, but they'd specifically requested Kevin. I left some, uh, cleaved hearts in that location, final time I went across, and Kevin and I rightly figured they wouldn't want to run into me once again too chop-chop. Either Kevin went or we could lose a potentially huge investor, and neither of us wanted that.

Annoyed, I ran my hands through my hair. I felt like an asshole saying no. Having to run off at the last infinitesimal to chase a business deal would have been nothing to him if his daughter hadn't only arrived on a visit from England where she lived with Kevin's ex. I know it was only one damn calendar week, but I needed the responsibility of taking care of his teenage daughter in my business firm like I needed a pigsty in my head. What did I know well-nigh taking care of a daughter that age?

"Are you sure there's no-i else?" I tried with a touch of agony. "You must have some family effectually hither she could stay with, or-"

"If I did, she'd exist there already," he interrupted. "Come on, human, Please."

I looked out of the tinted windows of my car, and wished I'd ignored his call and allow information technology go to voicemail. Then I could accept gone home, poured myself a generous scotch, and enjoyed my nighttime without having this shit poured all over my head. I had plans this night. A hot date. A sure affair.

"You lot know I wouldn't enquire you unless I had no other option," Kevin added.

"Well, thanks." I bankrupt into a reluctant grinning. Yous could e'er trust Kevin to be straight up existent. He was right though. I had zero interest in kids. Babies actually made me break out in a sweat. Whiny, clingy things that demand changing. Although, I wasn't always like that. When Kevin first became a father, nosotros had both just turned twenty, and I kind of enjoyed babysitting for him. Non so much the irresolute diapers thing, only generally, the sensation of interacting with something so harmless and innocent. Too existent babies, I found out very apace, were a smashing infant magnet too. Non as good every bit a sports car, but still surprisingly impressive.

"You know I didn't hateful information technology like that," he said hastily. "You could exist accomplished, charming, and an accommodating man when you want. I know you lot tin handle this no problem."

Nosotros'd worked together long enough for me to know Kevin didn't inquire for favors when he could fill in the gaps himself. Kevin was one of the good guys and there'due south not much I wouldn't do for him. I drummed my fingers on the window frame and exhaled. "You're non going to let me leave of this 1, are you lot?"

"Nope," he said, sensing victory and pressing his point dwelling house. "It's just for a week, less if I can go everything moving by Wed. I but don't want to dump her on everyone she doesn't know. She only comes over once a year, and I don't want it to be a drag for her."

"Yep, okay." I sighed.

I knew how defended Kevin was to his daughter. He had Madison when he was basically a kid himself, right out of college, at nineteen. She was a mistake, and at first, he was furious with Stella, but the moment he laid eyes on his daughter he fell in love with her. At that time, the two of us were just getting our first business organization venture off the basis so we used to spend long nights hiding out in our rented apartment working.

When Stella had to work nights, she would drop the kid off at our identify and Kevin would set up a crib in the corner just so he could exist close to her. She was a proficient baby. Hardly ever cried and I grew quite fond of her. Then Stella moved back to London and took Madison with her. Information technology broke Kevin's centre that he could but see his girl a couple of times a yr. He would wing to London once and Stella would bring her over the other fourth dimension. Stella would and so go off to New York shopping and the child would stay with us. She was a cheeky picayune monkey then and she brightened up the place for two weeks.

Once, when Madison was about half dozen, Kevin was busy then I took her out for a milkshake. Halfway through, she put her milk shake downwards and said, "Would it be okay if I came to stay with Dad and you lot, Uncle Quinn?"

I was shocked. "What most your poor Mom, kiddo? She'll be and so sad without you."

Her big blue eyes filled with tears. "I don't think my Mom wants me anymore. She'southward got a new beau at present and she always send me to Auntie Marcie's house to stay the night. I don't like Auntie Marcie's boy."

My gut burned for her. How could Stella do that to the poor kid? I told Kevin and they fought about it. He wanted to have her dorsum, merely she refused. Things changed after that. Stella refused to come to the States anymore. She decided to ship

Madison as an unaccompanied child traveler, and he had to get and option her upward from the airport. By then the business had taken off big time so Kevin and I decided to find our own digs and I didn't really see much of her anymore.

My side by side retention of her is vague. She must have been twelve or thirteen. Skinny, blonde, steel braces, and then fucking shy she wouldn't even meet my optics. She had plain turned out to be a squeamish kid, but I didn't experience the same warmth I'd felt for that sweet child I'd helped to raise, all blonde ringlets and trusting innocence. Or what I had felt when she asked if she could come stay with u.s.. She had get merely another kid.

For one reason or another, I never saw her again. I remember being invited to her sixteenth birthday political party, just I ended up not going because of some proposal needed finishing up urgently.

"Y'all'll accept some time to show her effectually, right?" Kevin asked. "It doesn't have to be much, merely only…take her to a couple of shows or museums, enough to go along her entertained until I get back."

"You lot know she's a grown-ass developed, right?" I asked. "She probably doesn't want some stuffy, sometime guy following her effectually museums."

"Yep, you're probably right. Merely…only don't allow her get into any problem."

I frowned. I didn't similar the sound of that. "I'll try, but I know fuck all about policing a young girl. Become back equally presently as you tin, okay?"

"You bet I volition."

"Are you going to drop her off?"

"I'm running belatedly. Volition you swing past and option her up from here?"

"When do you lot accept to get out?"

"An hr."

"I'll be in that location earlier that."

"Hey, thank you for this, human being. I owe you lot i."

I hung upwardly, leaned back confronting the expensive leather of my auto, and sighed.

ii

Quinn

By the time I arrived back at my identify the Californian sun had begun to set. Information technology glowed like a cerise ball behind my house, which was attack a loma with an amazing view of the whole urban center. I parked the automobile and took the rock steps two at a time. I opened the door, peeled off my jacket and tie, and tossed them over the dorsum of the chair reverse the door.

The housekeeper had been around that morning time and the place smelt of lemon oil polish. I liked my place. I had spent thousands getting it designed in a minimalist style. It was a mode that photographed well and looked slick when information technology appeared on the front covers of the lifestyle magazines that ran the occasional profile-story of me.

I switched on the air-con and went to the liquor chiffonier. Pouring myself an extra-large scotch I fabricated my way out onto the balustrade. The evening air was mild. I took a sip and allow myself linger on my high perch, the fizz of the city racket below seeming far away and irrelevant. This was the moment I loved most in my mean solar day. Lone, finally at peace with the world, the office far behind me.

I allowed my encephalon to switch off as I watched the restless activeness of the streets in the distance. My thoughts returned to Madison. She must be nineteen at present. That fabricated me experience outrageously one-time. How did she get to be so grown-upwards, and I was yet the aforementioned asshole I'd been nearly two decades previously?

I wondered what she would brand of me at present. Possibly I'd be painfully uncool to her. Maybe I would have that slick-older-human thing going on? Not that I especially wanted her thinking of me like that.

Girls of her historic period were non my affair, no affair what they looked like, or how aggressively they expressed their interest, I wasn't interested. I had absolutely nothing in common with them. That was probably why I was the merely person in the city Kevin could trust her with. He knew I shot for more mature women. Women who didn't play coy, girlish games. Women who understood the score. They knew what they wanted and were not agape to ask for it.

My phone buzzed, and I pulled information technology out of my pocket. It was my engagement for the evening.

"Hey gorgeous," she purred in my ear.

I leaned my hip confronting the metal railing. "Hey yourself."

"Do yous know what I'm doing correct now?"

"Nope."

"I've got my legs open in forepart of the mirror and I'm sliding my fingers into my pussy."

I smiled. Run across what I mean about mature women. "Oh yes?"

"Yeah. You lot won't believe how wet I am."

"Tell me?" I ordered, my cock twitching with involvement.

"My juices are dripping onto the bed."

"Fuck, Victoria," I muttered.

"I could really practise with a very big cock correct now. Wanna come over and play with my pussy?" She chuckled throatily.

"I can't," I groaned, silently cursing Kevin. "I've got a house guest I take to go pick upwardly."

"A house guest?" Her vocalism sharpened.

"Yeah. Kevin's child. She's down from England for a vacation, but Kevin has had to rush off to a business trip. In that location'south no one to take intendance of her so she'll be staying at my place for a week," I explained glumly.

"Oh, how squeamish of you." She sounded relieved.

I looked at my watch. "Got to go pick her up now, as a matter of fact."

"Okay, I'll run into you lot at eight?"

"See you lot at eight. Don't tire yourself out besides much."

"I won't," she said with a chuckle.

I made my way dorsum inside, the cold air felt delicious. I hadn't realized how hot it was out there. I thought nigh a quick shower and then decided against it. There wasn't enough time. I would but pick her upwards, show her to her room, and then I would accept fourth dimension to go prepare for my date. She would probably exist likewise exhausted to do anything more than have a hot shower and drop into bed, anyway. The trip over from England could be a motherfucker. I placed my glass downwardly on the black marble countertop of the bar, and headed for the door.

Rolling upwards the sleeves of my pale blue shirt, I hurried down the steps and got into my motorcar. Kevin'due south home was only fifteen minutes away from mine, and I managed to avert most of the traffic so I pulled upwardly outside his identify with fourth dimension to spare. I didn't know why, merely I felt a jolt of nervousness run through my system. Weird.

I had been to his home a thousand times before. I had spent so many nights there drinking, strategizing and laughing, simply this time felt different and I couldn't put my finger on why. Probably because I actually wasn't looking forrard to playing nursemaid to a teenager. I got out of the machine and started walking toward the front door.

Maybe, because I found it difficult to think of Kevin as anything other than a bachelor. Of course, I knew he had a daughter, but it hardly ever crossed my mind when she lived in England. Sometimes, when she chosen on his prison cell, or I did call back he was really a male parent, I'd expect at him in wonder, and have an uneasy feeling that time was passing me by and I was wasting my life.

I walked up to the door and buzzed the bell. His place was more onetime-fashioned than mine, a converted townhouse that towered over the street below. It was cool and archetype, like him. Kevin opened the door.

"Hey," he greeted, and jerked his caput toward the interior to movement me within. "She'll be out in a minute. I think she's in a bad mood."

"Accept it as a compliment," I said with a shrug. "I can't remember of many people who'd be pissed they didn't get to spend time with me."

"Fair point." He grinned. I heard footsteps on the stair, and glanced up. And my jaw dropped.

Whoa! That was Kevin'southward girl! Since when?

She was fucking gorgeous.

My gaze swept upward and across her body as I took in every inch of her as she bounced down the stairs. And bounce, her round, full breasts did. Magnificently. She wore a cream elevation that cutting off a couple of inches above the waistline of her skin-tight shorts, revealing a band of skin the color of thick cream. Her long legs were bare, and her blonde hair was scraped back into a ponytail that accentuated her high cheekbones. Her mouth was plump and daringly cherry-red. Whatever happened to the flat-chested, shy girl who couldn't look me in the middle?

I closed my oral fissure with a southward

nap, and for all our sakes, did my all-time to cover my pervy reaction. I didn't want Kevin thinking I had designs on his daughter, and I certainly didn't desire such an thought getting into her head either.

"Yous're not going out wearing that?" Kevin frowned.

She rolled her optics. "Why not? Is it cold outside?"

I tried not to smile.

"Does your mother let you to go out dressed like that?" Kevin demanded. He looked like he was doing his damndest to keep his temper in check.

"Just arctic, okay. It's not similar Uncle Quinn hasn't seen me naked before."

My optics nearly fell out.

"Madison," Kevin roared.

She shot a look at me. It was totally conspiratorial, as though she was inviting me into a secret game with her. "Do you lot mind if I come to your business firm dressed like this, Uncle Quinn?"

Whoa! This girl was pure problem. I glanced at Kevin. He looked furious and frustrated. Ah, the joys of being a father.

"Well?' she prompted.

I shrugged. "I've got no problem."

She turned and met her father'south gaze rebelliously, as though daring him to strength her to get changed.

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