The Interview (The Whittingtons, #1)

by Donna Alam

“Hurry now. Show Daddy what he wants.”

“You look like that might’ve broken your brain a little bit.”

“If you don’t like Daddy, we can always go with something else.”

“A Daddy virgin?”

“You’re such a good little slut for me.”

The new Mimi has limited time and a limited budget and a mantra to live by: life is short, so get you some. Life. Sex. Eat the cake. Whatever.

He is so handsome, wild-eyed, and darkly stubbled. And he’s mine. Finally.

“I’m so hard for you.” A swipe of tongue. A long, velvety groan into the center of her. “You’re so fucking delicious.” A press of lips to the soft rise of her clit. “Like peaches and cream.”

“Your trust undoes me.”

“People who get out of bed with a smile on their face are to be treated with suspicion.”

“As it should be. Your body is mine when it’s before me.”

“Watch me, Amelia.” My name on his lips is whisper soft. “Watch me feast on you.”

“You’re so beautiful, Amelia. Your cunt feels like velvet.”

“Come on, Amelia. Fuck Daddy like you want to.”

I get a flash of a future that isn’t ours. Snow in the garden, ice laced on the windows, Mimi leaning against me just as she is now, her hair shot with silver, her face softened with age but still so fucking beautiful.

Make her see that she was made for me.

I love her. I love her, and I’m so screwed. What the fuck am I going to do?

“Just for you. All for you, and nothing will be left of me when you’re through.”

I promised I wouldn’t fall in love with her, and I wasn’t lying. On a technicality only. I’d already fallen for her at the point I’d said that. Fallen hook, line, and painful sinker.

She feels like home. She feels like she belongs to me.

She’s mine. All mine. She just doesn’t know it.

I love you. I think I’ve always loved you. I think I will always love you.

“You’re not pretty, my darling. You’re fucking stunning.”

I want her with a strength that frightens me. I want to keep her, bind her to me. I want to make her happy. Be her mornings and her evenings. Her friend and her lover, her shield and her confidant. I love her so much I want to keep her forever.

“Yes. Yours. I’m all yours.” Her exhalation is shaky. “Because you were made for me, weren’t you? You’ve always known it. I was just a little slower on the uptake.”

“Your heart is mine, Amelia. I know you don’t want to admit it, but I see it in your eyes every time you look at me.”

“I have your heart,” I whisper, pouring it into my words. “I have your heart, and you have mine.”

“Give me this chance, darling. I will love you fiercely. Constantly. Inventively.” She laughs again, her walls gripping me like a glove. “I will give you more love than you’ll ever need. I will worship you eternally.”

That’s why I lied. Why I said I wasn’t in love with you. Because I am. I really do love you. I love you so much, but I still need to let you go.

“I have enough on my hands looking after them. I have no desire to add another to the burden.”

Doesn’t he know he’s become my whole world?

“I’m sorry too, but I’m not looking for someone else to look after.”

“I fucking love you, and I love fucking you,”