Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave by Scarlett Skyes Read Free Book Online Page A

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should tend to the women he cares for. First and last,” she says so
sultrily, such meaning to her words as she strokes her free hand
along her hip and down her thigh a little, drawing his gaze there
before he tears it away to smile back at me.
    She’s making me really
flustered. Or maybe it’s the sun, and the wine, but I’m suddenly
feeling really dizzy, and I have to blink to clear my vision. It’s
all still spinning, and I drop my hands to the side of the chair,
gripping there for a moment as I take in deep breaths, oblivious to
my partial nudity, to the exposed tanned breasts and their pale,
pink nipples.
    Daddy reaches out to me, and for
a brief, hazy moment I think he’s going to grab my exposed breasts,
but instead he cups my cheek, strokes his thumb along my skin, so
loving and tenderly. Like years ago when I was just a child.
    “I really don’t want to see you
go, my sweet angel,” he says in that deep, dark voice of his, so
full of emotion. “I know it’s selfish, and a father’s supposed to
be happy about his girl going out into the world, but if I could
only convince you… I’d keep you here for all time. Whatever it
took,” he says, taking another sip of his wine before laying the
glass aside and looking to Samantha. “But then, I can’t expect my
girl to stay here with me while all her friends go off to college,
away from here, leaving her alone, can I Samantha?”
    “Well it wouldn’t be fair,” she
says, though honestly, that burning jealousy that keeps growing
brighter is making me think that what she really thinks isn’t fair
is him being next to me. Touching me.
    I just have to breathe, and I’m
trying to focus on him, but I can’t. My eyes flit over his
beautiful eyes, his full lips, locking there for a while before I
finally murmur, “I don’t feel good.”
    Daddy looks at me, and I can see
the sympathy in his eyes even through the tipsy haze of the wine.
He leans forward, pressing his lips to my forehead in a tender
kiss.
    “Too much wine, sweetie? Sorry,
I should’ve known you were too good a girl, no experience with
alcohol,” he says, brushing back my blonde hair and looking at me
tenderly. “It’s a good thing you’ve got a friend like Samantha, who
doesn’t tempt you into doing things you shouldn’t then. Getting
mixed up with too many bad boys.”
    Either it’s a pointed remark
because he overheard her earlier or not, I can’t tell.
    “Oh, I’m the best, Mr.
Cartwright,” Samantha says, still trying to tempt him away, her
hand placed on his shoulder. “Seriously. Maybe little Blaire should
head up to bed and we can polish off the bottle together.”
    There’s an anger in me and I’m
trying to ignore it as I push myself up. “Yea, I’ll just go,” I
say, and I don’t know what I want or hope to happen. I don’t want
Samantha to fuck my dad, though, I know that much. But I don’t want
him to fuck her, even more.
    But much to my surprise, daddy
sweeps me off my feet — literally! — and picks me up into his
strong arms with such ease. He ignores Samantha entirely, with her
big tits, and casual charm, as he carries me over towards the
house.
    “You should probably head home
now, Samantha. I have to see to my girl now. I don’t think she’s
taking to the wine,” he says, smiling at me as he takes me to the
house.
    I know it’s relief that I’m
feeling in my chest though I don’t know why, not really. I suck in
my lower lip and decide to just not question it for the time being,
as I curl into his arms, the top of my bikini long forgotten.
    As soon as we’re in the air
conditioned house I start to feel a little better, and I take a
gulp of cool air.
    “This is so embarrassing.”
    “No, it’s not, sweetie. Just
relax, it’ll be okay,” daddy assures me, never letting that
handsome smile fade from his face as he carries me up the stairs.
And passes my room, much to my surprise.
    He instead takes me to his,
placing me upon that massive king