Cuffed
I sit back up and snatch my phone again, smiling as I pull up Deacon's number and send him a quick message, hoping he agrees to meet up.
Messages:
"Hey, baby!" I type, anxiously awaiting his response.
"Hey there, little one. I fucking miss you."
"Oh, yeah? How much do you miss me, Daddy?"
"Goddammit, Myla...What the fuck have I said about calling me daddy?"
"Not to, but I want to..."
"Jesus, what the fuck has gotten into you, little one?"
"I need you, Deacon ... I want you to come fuck me."
"I'm on my fucking way. You'd better be laying on your fucking bed when I get there, and you better be in nothing but those black heels that I fucking love you in."
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