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|Resist Me(Men of Inked #5) by Chelle Bliss|
He put his finger against my lips. “I always have your best interests at heart. No one will ever be good enough for my baby girl, but James is a man’s man. I know he’ll protect you when shit gets bad. I won’t ever have to worry about your safety.”
“I’m kind of old for you to worry, Daddy,” I grumbled, smiling and rubbing his face.
“You’ll always be a little girl in pigtails to me, Isabella. The little tiny thing playing with her Barbies in her room or trying to tackle her brothers in the backyard when they played football. You may be a woman, but I don’t see you that way. I just can’t.” He sighed, brushing a hair away from my face.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“Love you too, baby girl.” He leaned forward, kissing me on the cheek. “What did you say, my love?”
My mother sniffled, rubbing her eyes as I turned to look at her. “I said the same, sweetheart.”
“There is just too much loving going on in this room. I need to go.”
“Where are you headed off to today?” my pop asked as I grabbed my keys.
“I have to work and then I’m headed out with the girls tonight.”
“Mia and Suzy?” Ma asked.
“Yep. It’s a girls’ night out. The boys are all going to play poker at Joe’s place while we have drinks.”
“Just be careful,” he said as I kissed him quickly.
“I will, Daddy.”
“Call me tomorrow, dear,” my ma said as she walked me to the door.
“I will, Ma. Love ya.”
“Love you too, my sweet child.”
After we kissed goodbye, I headed to my car feeling entirely different than what I’d felt when I’d arrived.
Maybe I needed to give James another chance. Either that or I needed my head to be examined. I’d think about it over drinks.
I downed another shot of Patron, sucking on a lemon before I wiped my lips. My legs felt numb from the three shots I’d already ingested.
“Izzy, you may want to slow down,” Suzy suggested, sipping her virgin something or other.
“I got this shit,” I said, slurring my words as I threw the lemon on the napkin in front of me. Picking up my phone, I typed out a little message to James.
Me: What are you wearing?
I giggled, figuring I’d turn the tables on him. He wasn’t the only one who could send nudies.
“Okey-dokey,” she whispered, rubbing her belly and frowning. “I can’t carry you out of here tonight.”
Cocky Bastard: How much have you had to drink?
Cocky Bastard: Clearly you’ve reached your limit.
“What?” I asked, missing what Suzy had just said.
“I can’t carry your drunk ass out of here,” she repeated.
I blinked, my vision partially clouded and my mind a little muddled. “Mia can do it,” I slurred, laughing before I typed another message.
Me: You’re always so serious. Do you even know how to have fun?
I set my phone down on the table, resting my head in my hand.
“Bitch, I’ll roll ya out, but I sure as f**k am not carrying you anywhere.”
“Whore.” I laughed, moving my head to rest on the table.
“I think we should get the check,” Suzy said, touching my chair.
I lifted my head, squinting toward her to bring her face into focus. “Don’t you dare! We’re not done here.”
“What’s crawled in your snatch and died tonight?” Mia asked, polishing off her martini.
“James.” I smiled, the dopy grin spreading across my face. I felt heat creep up my neck and settle in my cheeks. My entire body overheated. I pulled at the scoop neck on my shirt, trying to cool off.
Cocky Bastard: I think I showed you a good time not so long ago. Let me remind you.
Suddenly a picture of his cock, piercing and all, popped up on my screen. I blushed as I stared at it, almost in a trance.
“He has your panties in a wad,” Mia teased, raising her hand to get the attention of the waitress.
“He hasn’t been in my panties since last weekend,” I croaked with a frown as I scrubbed my hands across my face.
“Missing him?” Suzy asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“I kicked him out of bed.” I set my phone down on the table and looked at my girls with a giant-ass smile. I was proud that I’d kicked his ass out of bed.
“You did what?” they asked in unison, moving backward as if I’d slapped them.
Mia leaned forward, confusion all over her face. “Back the f**k up. You kicked him out of bed?”
“Shameful,” Suzy muttered, shaking her head and staring with her beady blue eyes.
“I did,” I yelped, slamming my hand down on the table. I tossed my head back and giggled, thinking that the entire situation was funny. I stopped when I realized that I was the only one laughing. “What?” I asked, calling over the waitress.
“Why the f**k would you do that?” Mia asked.
“Hello? James is a bossy f**k.”
“He’s sexy too.”
I smirked and looked at Suzy. “I know.”
“Are you going to be a hardass your entire life?” Mia asked, handing over cash to the waitress and shooing her away.
“I wasn’t being a hardass.”
“No, you’re being a pu**y,” Mia spat.
“Am not.” I stuck out my tongue at her and snarled.