The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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I rub his arm as I process this. βCould she have wanted to get pregnant by you as a way to get out of her marriage?β
Thatβs the only motivation I can come up with. And after creating motivations for hundreds of characters, itβs something Iβm pretty good at.
He shakes his head. βShe didnβt need to do anything like that. If sheβd wanted out, all she had to do was say the word. Iβd have supported her every step of the way.β
Thatβs not the same thing as an eject-button.
βSheβs a submissive, right?β I ask. βIt can be really, really hard for a subbie to end a relationship. I know. I should have ended my marriage years before I did. Maybe she couldnβt see any other way to get out.β
Logan shakes his head as he dries his hands. He pockets the clean plug and I wonder when Iβm going to see it again. The very achy-bottomed part of me hopes itβs not for at least twenty-four hours, but the part of me that fell asleep before I had another orgasm kind of hopes itβs sooner.
βSweetie,β he says. βI donβt have it in me to empathize with her right now.β
Of course, he doesnβt. Itβs too soon to get him to see her perspective. And why should I? I was well on the way to hating her already, stupid, perfect sub that she was. Although, itβs looking like sheβs really very far from perfect.
βIβm not saying you should feel sorry for her. Not at all. What sheβs done is terrible. How did you find out? Something about an email?β
βYeah. Some email. Worst fucking thing Iβve ever read.β
I stroke his arm, wishing I could offer him something more than comfort. I want a magic wand to heal him. Expelliarmus Miranda, and all the hurt would whizz out of his heart.
βDaddy, can I see it?β I ask hesitantly.
I want to help. I donβt have a magic wand but I can share the pain with him. I donβt want to overstep, though, when weβre still just getting to know each other.
βYou sure?β He tilts his head as he looks down at me. His eyes arenβt wolfy. His pupils are tightly contracted. Black points of pain. βItβs ugly, baby doll.β
Even now, heβs protecting me. I go up on my tiptoes and kiss that warm spot under his jaw. βYes. If itβs okay with you.β
βLet me get my laptop. My cabinβs even colder than it was an hour ago. I swear theyβre trying to freeze me out, and I donβt think pirate-ice-lolly would be a fun game for you.β
βTa, Daddy.β
I trail him out of the bathroom and sit down on my bed while he moves through the connecting door. Heβs carrying himself differently. Heβs still military-straight, shoulders squared, but his gut is drawn in so tightly it looks like heβs been on a starvation diet. My poor, wounded daddy. But even in the midst of his hurt, heβs thinking of me, trying to shield me. I know he must have been like this with Miranda. Itβs who he is. How could she do this to him?
He returns in a minute, holding his laptop. He sets it down beside me on the bed and immediately draws me back into his lap. I hug him tightly, giving him the comfort he needs, as I read the open email.
Hot tears fill my eyes as my bottom lip starts to tremble.
Logan catches my chin and lifts my face. βBaby doll, donβt cry. I didnβt show it to you to make you cry.β
I throw my arms around his neck and squeeze him as tight as I can. βIβm crying for you. Thatβs so awful!β
Logan forces a humorless chuckle. βSome would say I had that coming.β
βNo, you do not. No one has the right to be so horrible, no matter how angry he is.β If heβs like that with Miranda, I canβt blame her for grasping any parachute out of her marriage, even one with this many holes in it. βIs he really like that? Would he try to hurt the baby?β
Logan shrugs. βI wouldnβt have thought so. He comes across as reserved in person. But Iβve only met him a handful of times, and without wanting to sound like the worldβs biggest cynic, people who seem polite on the surface can be serial killers underneath.β
βYouβve met him? Wasnβt that kind of weird?β
βYes,β Logan admits. βHe asked to meet me after Iβd been seeing Mir for a few months. He came to New York for a conference, and we met up for coffee. That was okay. We didnβt talk about anything real. Just got a feel for each other. He seemed okay, even though we didnβt have anything in common other than Mir. Not even sports. Then he asked to come over to see my dungeon. That was uncomfortable. Showing him the cuffs and chains and floggers that Iβd used on his wife was pretty surreal. But I figured he just wanted to make sure I was being safe. I actually thought he was a good husband.β
First, thatβs too weird. Second, Logan has a dungeon in his house? Why didnβt I get to see it?
βAnd he was okay with everything?β I ask. βI mean, after he saw your dungeon, he was okay with you seeing Miranda?β
Logan reaches over my shoulder to rub the bridge of his nose, and I wonder if this is giving him a headache. Iβd be on a one-way trip to Migraine City if I were in his place.
βItβs funny. He actually thanked me. About six months later, when I was in England on a job, he showed up at my hotel and said he wanted to buy me a drink. Miranda had just left about an hour before, and I was sure he was there to deck me.
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