All Chapters of Big Daddy Wants Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

My good mood begins to sour as soon as we step out of the office together. Why did I think having her around all these guys was a good idea? I mean, I know my guys are good and they’d never do anything to hurt her. The fight last night wasn’t the usual crew that’s here all the time, and that had me worried, but the men that work here I trust with my life. But suddenly I’m looking at them in a new light, and it’s like it’s show and tell and I’ve brought my favorite toy from home. Now I’m not so sure I want them looking at it after all. Cassandra looks beautiful with her red hair piled up in a messy bun and my name stretched across her back. I’ve never felt so possessive of anything before, and I don’t know why it’s happening now. Something about the way she blushes shyly when she smiles and scrunches her nose when she laughs. Every little motion of her hands when she’s nervous makes me want to memorize her like an instruction manual. I’ve got a burning desire to know everything about

The back office is an old room my dad used to take guys to when they needed, as he called it, an attitude adjustment. It’s a room away from the cameras and has extra soundproofing on the walls. It’s the perfect place to have a nice quiet conversation with Brock. One where we won’t be interrupted. No matter how loudly he screams. Kincade is standing guard outside the door, and when he sees me approach, he raises his chin. “I’m going to go fold some towels for the next seventeen minutes.”“Make it twenty,” I say as I glance at the door and then crack my knuckles. “Yeah, I think that’s about how long it will take me.” He casually strolls away from the door and toward the front of the gym, leaving Brock and me to have a moment alone. As soon as I step inside, I see Brock pacing by the window. The door is barely shut behind me when he starts talking a mile a minute. “Listen, Brent, I don’t know what that bitch has told you, but she’s a fucking liar.” It takes everything inside of me t

We talked for a little longer in the office before I got paged to come help with some equipment. Cassandra came with me, and we went back around the gym so I could finish introducing her to everyone. After that, we watched a few rounds of sparring before we called it a day and went upstairs to my place. Cassandra insisted on cooking dinner, so I agreed if she’d let me wash dishes afterwards. That was the plan, but since she didn’t know where a lot of things were, we ended up cooking together and even washing dishes together at the sink side by side. Something about being with her and doing the mundane things as a team made it all feel really special and important. Normally I eat out or order in, and it’s generally just because I have to. But cooking with Cassandra felt like a chance to learn new parts of her. The longer I’m with her, the more I crave to know every little detail. We’re in the living room with the television on, but neither one of us is watching it. I offered to put o

Every day with Cassandra is better than the one before. I didn’t think something like that was possible, but time and time again, her presence proves that I had no idea what true happiness could be. I’m not sure she knew herself, but when we’re together, I feel a certainty that’s soul deep. Our lives were meant to collide, and she’s my forever. Since the first time we made love, I’ve been making plans. It took a few days, but I made some calls, and everything is in place. The fight is happening tonight, and once it’s done, Cassandra’s past can finally be put to bed. Which is what I plan on doing to her after the fight is over. “Fuck, I love eating your cunt,” I growl against her pussy as she leans back against the wall. I stare up at her and see her eyes half-closed and her lips parted. I’m kneeling between her thighs with her against the door of my office because I needed her one more time before the fight. “I’m trying to be quiet, but you’re doing that thing with your tongue and—

I close out my tabs and sign out of my computer before grabbing my coat and purse. It’s date night, and I’m running behind, but my husband will more than understand. I know he’ll keep the girls busy till I get there. An issue arose at Safe Haven that needed my direct attention. Cora runs Safe Haven and oversees the few staff we have, but if there are rules that need bending, she calls me to make that decision on how it should be handled. I opened Safe Haven a few years ago after getting my inheritance from my father’s estate. I wasn’t sure what to do with the home I’d been raised in, not with the memories of my stepmother there. She’s since been stripped of everything and is still in jail on fraud and wire-fraud charges as well. It all stacked up nicely for her and her lover boy. Especially after her new husband left them both in the dust.Part of me wanted to sell the house, but a bigger part wanted to hold on to it. There were still happy memories there from my childhood, but most