An Unconventional Love: A Novella Read Online Free

arrogant sex appeal. Mixed together, it was damn near mythical. So mythical that I had to ask, “Who are you? I mean really like...who the hell are you?”
    He appeared amused by my questioning, taking a moment to graze his facial hair. “I’m a corporate exec by day, recreational painter by night who doesn’t prefer to play games but will if that’s what it takes to get what I want.”
    “And what exactly is it that you want?”
    “You.”
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    How did I get here?
    One second I was at the bar, telling him off for coming at me crazy. The next second I was sharing a bed with him; I assumed at a hotel considering the fluffy white comforter and matching pillows though I didn’t exactly remember coming here. And it wasn’t like I was in the bed laying in the bliss of a satisfying sex session before I got up to get my clothes on. I was waking up.
    I never stayed.
    Never, ever stayed.
    It was simply unnecessary considering I didn’t do relationships and was surely not going to get someone’s hopes up about it. But somehow I was waking up and knew without rolling over that he was also still there by the sounds of level breathing coming from behind me.
    Instead of turning around, I reached for my phone conveniently located on the nightstand desperate to know what time it was.
    4:48 AM.
    Shit.
    I had to get out of here. 
    I pulled my legs as slowly and quietly as I could from under the comforter, letting my toes sink into the carpet for a moment before I stood up. I glided from the bed, working hard not to draw any attention to myself.
    Where are my panties?
    Luckily they were bright pink otherwise there would’ve been no way for me to spot them in the dark.
    I bent over to retrieve them and was startled by the sound of his voice. “Are you purposely trying to entice me?” I refused to turn around and give him the satisfaction of my attention and bare breasts.
    “No. Actually I was purposely trying to get my ass out of here.”
    “Oh, that ass? Nah, that ass isn’t going anywhere,” he said with a low chuckle though I didn’t find anything funny.
    “Excuse me?”
    “You’re excused. Now get back over here. I’m far from done with you.”
    Why were my legs moving against my will?
    Why did his arrogance have to be so damn appealing?
    Why was I still here?
    “Thatta girl. Bring that sexy ass back to Daddy.”
    My gait came to an abrupt halt.
    “Don’t do that. I have a Dad and you aren’t even half of the man that he is.” Sure my dad was no saint, but that definitely didn’t mean I was giving the title out all willy-nilly.
    He leaned back against his elbows, putting his pectorals on full display before he said, “Stop being so damn literal, Miss. Jasmine.”
    “And you can stop calling me that.”
    Yes Jasmine, keep arguing with him so you’ll be less turned on and will actually leave like you’re supposed to.
    “I call you that because regardless of how you may look fuckin’ on the first night, I still respect you.”
    Damnit.
    “Will you still respect me if I tell you I don’t even know your first name?” I felt a little pathetic admitting that fact since it was surely nothing to be proud of. I guess I was hoping that would deter his interest in me though the way he was still gawking at me said otherwise.
    “Absolutely. Especially considering the fact that I intentionally didn’t tell you. I get it. We’re fuckin’. No need for formalities. But if you feel the need to scream my name...which you will...just call me Daddy.”
    “Fuck you... Daddy. ”

rich.
    “You’re awfully chipper this morning.”
    Truth be told, chipper was an understatement.
    In fact, exuberant felt more fitting.
    It pained me a little to know that what had occurred the night before was limited to those particular moments but it was surely nothing to hang my head about. I got what I wanted with no attachment nor expectations.
    It was... ideal .
    “Yeah, I’m feeling good today. Real good,” I replied, struggling