Sugar Baby Beautiful(83)

“It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose. I didn’t make myself this way.” She smiled, finishing my thought, and I nodded. “I don’t think Arty is trying to do it either. I knew an addict once, and he said drugs are the doors to wonderland. Nothing seems real, but everything is beautiful in that one moment, and it becomes a fun escape until you want to leave and you realized you’re trapped.”

“What happened to him, your friend?” I asked as she dabbed the alcohol on each one of my scars gently.

She paused and glanced up me. “He’s somewhere in Santa Barbara with his wife and son. He made it out of the rabbit hole and now works as an illustrator, which is great because when we worked at Disney, he was an awesome Beast.”

“So you’re saying while you worked at Disney, crushing young girls’ princess dreams, the Beast was working through his drug addiction?” I tried not to laugh. The happiest place on Earth didn’t seem that happy anymore.

“What can I say, everyone is a little bit messed up.” She rolled a bandage over the palm of my hand.

“Did they teach you this at princess training?”

A sad smile spread over her lips. “My mother used to break things when she got upset. I learned watching her nurses help her.”

“I went to see your dad,” I said, and she didn’t stop working on my hand. It was almost like she didn’t hear me.

“Let me guess. He told you couldn’t watch me end up like her?”

I nodded.

She sighed and finished with my hand. “I remember him telling me that over the phone. He told me he loved me so much he couldn’t bear to watch me suffer, and if I needed anything to call, but I should just stay at Crossroads.”

Now I wished I had hit him when I’d had the chance. I rested my head on her lap. She ran her hand though my hair.

“Growing up, I felt bad for not being by mom’s side when she was sick. But I don’t want you to think that’s why I’m here with you.”

“I know. I trust you. I don’t think I love you, I know I do,” she confessed, and I stared at her completely shocked, fighting the grin on my face.

“Say it again.” Reaching up, I cupped her cheek.

“You couldn’t just let me slip it in there?”

Shaking my head, I grinned. “Sorry. I’m going to make a big deal out of it.”

She made a face but then smiled. “I love you, Theodore Darcy.”

Rising to my feet, I reached down, not caring my hand ached, and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck, a grin on her face.

“It’s been a while, you think you can still keep up?”

“I’ll manage,” I said, flipping her over my shoulder and smacking her ass. She giggled, twisting in my arms.





CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

No One Listens…So Time’s Up





Felicity


8:39 p.m.

He threw me in the center of his bed, his eyes glazed over with lust. This was the look I’d missed. Getting up on my knees, I cupped him through his pants. He leaned into me, allowing me to kiss him so hard he moaned into my mouth. Our tongues danced over each other, drinking each other as if we would never get this moment again. He broke away, taking a deep breath before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside.

"Eager, Mr. Darcy?” I giggled, and he didn’t answer with words. He unbuttoned the top of his pants and pushed me onto my back. Taking hold of my legs and spreading them, he kissed up from my thigh until he reached the hem of my shorts. Shoving them down, he rubbed my pussy, and I opened my legs wider for him.

“Eager, Ms. Harper?” He snickered as he pulled down my tank top, cupping my breast. He kissed the tops of them both, his right hand speeding up, making me wetter as he rubbed. He stared down at me, my back arching when he slid two fingers inside me.

"Oh…." I moaned, tilting my head to the side, giving him easier access to my neck as he kissed it. I was at his mercy. Anything he wanted, he could have gotten it from me. I didn’t care; that’s how good it felt.

Biting my lip, I rocked against his hand, my eyes closed as I clenched on to his shoulders. All too soon, he pulled his fingers out of me.

"You taste amazing." His actions had me mesmerized, and I wanted to lick them too. "I bet you taste even better straight from the source."

By the time his words registered with me, he was already on his knees with his head between my legs. He licked me languidly, and I shivered in response to his ministrations.

"I was right, " he murmured from between my thighs.

"Ah!" I moaned as his tongue entered me, along with his fingers. With one hand on my breast, pinching my nipple as he had done, I settled the other on his head, pulling his hair as my legs close around him.