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MY BOYFRIEND’S HITMAN DADDY
MY BOYFRIEND’S DAD: BOOK 4
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TOBIAS
What the fuck am I even doing here?
It’s a bright and early Thursday morning, and I should be home, letting the staff I pay entirely too much make me a breakfast that doesn't make me feel ten pounds heavier—all of it grease.
I should be drinking a cup of bold French press coffee. But instead, once again, I’m here at this run-down diner, the Rolls Royce I have parked in the cracked-asphalt parking lot outside worth more than the entire building, and all the other cars outside combined.
This is not a place I belong. I’ve spent decades of my life working just so I never had to set foot in dumps like this anymore. I keep spending my fucking money here, and just like I thought it would be, this coffee is fucking disgusting.
So here I am, drinking it every day for the past three months, pretending it doesn't taste like tainted water. I obediently devour the overdone eggs, greasy, charred bacon, and stale bread while questioning my actions and whether I'm still sane.
Even though I know I'll return here tomorrow and the day after. As long as she’s here, I’m going to keep coming.
Of course, it’s not the fucking food. I’ve spent most of my life eating just for fuel and nothing else. The food at this place does the opposite of fueling me, though. I leave nauseous, and I’m hungry again in the next two hours.
I’m here to satiate a different kind of hunger. Or to endlessly tempt myself with it, letting the thing I want the most exist right outside my grasp forever.
Speak of the devil…
There she is, an apron tied around her full hips as she sways over to my booth and gives me that warm, sweet smile that haunts my dreams. “Do you need anything else?”
Yes, sweetheart. You, I think but don’t say it out loud. I look at her and shake my head. “Not right now, honey.”
“Okay, just holler if you want something!” She hesitates like she wants to say something else, but then just nods in that perky way of hers and bounces off. Her round ass bounces too, and I chug a drink of the terrible coffee just to stop myself from staring.
Once I force the horrible liquid down, I drag a hand over my face. I need to stop. This obsession needs to stop. I’m twice her age and with more enemies than I can count. Simply frequenting her place of work is putting her at more risk than she’s probably ever been in in her entire life. It’s selfish. I’m selfish.
But I already knew that about myself, and it’s no surprise.
No matter what I tell her, there is something that I want. Something only she can provide. Something that involves her small hands and pretty mouth and even prettier…
My grip on the coffee cup is so tight that I think it might shatter. Stop. Just fucking leave, you fucking old pervert. You’re forty years old, and she’s what? Eighteen? Twenty? Get it together.
Teagan. I don’t know her last name, nor do I really care to know. If I know her whole name, I know there is no way I won’t give in to the temptation to do a background check on her and learn everything there is to know about the girl.
I want everything she has to offer, every ounce of information I can get about her. She's probably about twenty or so and, from what I can tell, has been a waitress at this diner for about a year. She has long, honey blond hair, and green eyes that light up when she laughs. Her body is a mix of softness and tone, with curves in all the right places. My cock gets hard just thinking about running my hands over her body, feeling every inch of her, watching her eyes flutter closed as I sink into her slowly, inch by inch.
Standing up, I fix my coat, making sure to hide the tent in my pants. No one around me notices, thank God, but that doesn’t make me any less uncomfortable. I look around, hoping to get one last eyeful of Teagan, but she’s somewhere in the back. Not even bothering to look down at the receipt, I throw down a fifty-dollar bill and head out. I need some fresh air if I’m going to have any chance of making it through the day without this obsession drowning me.
Outside, it’s just starting to get warm, the sunlight reflecting off the windows of all the surrounding cars, completely opposite to the dark, stifling diner. When I reach my car, I rest both hands on the roof and grit my teeth, letting the warmth of the black metal radiate through my palms until it almost burns. Desperate for anything to draw my body’s attention away from my cock so I can behave like a normal human man and not a fucking Neanderthal. I have never acted like this before. I am always in control. I didn’t get to where I am by allowing my impulses and emotions to control me.
I’ve almost got control of myself once more when I hear her voice, and it immediately destroys any ground that I’ve gained.
“Excuse me, sir?” Teagan’s silhouette appears in the diner doorway, her hands clasped in front of her. When I don’t answer right away, she approaches, and I feel like the air gets thicker and thicker with each step closer she takes.
I whip around so suddenly that she staggers backward a few steps, her bright blue eyes round. God, she’s so beautiful, and so damned young. I realize that this is the first time I’ve seen her outside, in the light of day, and she looks so good that it’s downright sinful. Teagan almost glows in the sunshine, and I can almost taste the sweetness of her skin on my tongue.
What can she possibly need from me? Does she have any idea how much risk she’s putting herself in, just being this close to me? People have lost their lives approaching me from behind like this, but that’s not the danger Teagan is in. Oh, no. She’s in danger of being snatched off her feet, bent over the hood of this car…fuck. I’m hard again. Around her, I always am.
Even though she’s intimidated, Teagan doesn’t leave. She’s waiting for an answer from me, with her chin tilted up and her head held high. At the same time, I can see her pulse fluttering rapidly in the hollow of her throat. Frightened, but brave.
She’s going to have to be a lot braver than this, though, if she truly wants anything to do with me. Sweet Teagan is playing with fire, and she doesn’t even know it.
