Romans & histoires Why Does He Call You Babygirl

I want more of it. As if listening to me silently, he whispers, "Do you want something, baby girl?" on my lips. I nod. He squeezes my ass a bit hard, gritting out, "I prefer words better." "I want it… I want you to kiss me!" I say quickly, not missing the mischievous spark that gleams in his dark eyes. "What am I to you?" My eyes widen at that. He seriously wants me to call him that? Even now? He smirks, urging me to speak as he says, "You have to say it, baby girl, if you want something from me."

I mumbled, “No, Elisa… Let me talk…” he sighed, and I looked into his eyes. “I am so fucking sorry, baby girl…” he said, and I pressed my lips trying to fight the tears from falling out of my eyes. He was using the nickname he had given to me, ever since I was a little girl. He called Angie his “trouble maker,” I was called his “baby girl,” and Asteria was called his “shining star.”

His playful smirk is back on his face. I hissed and rolled my eyes at him. I turned my back at him to go inside the living room. I get my bag, which I left on the sofa. “Good night. Sleep and don’t overthink about unnecessary things, baby girl.” I heard Sir Hart said. He was right next to me when he said that. I frowned. I thought I left him outside at the terrace. Geeezz! This guy moves like a ninja. “Stop calling me ‘baby girl’. I am not a baby anymore.” I irritated rebuke to him. That ‘baby girl’ thingy is giving me goose bumps. I walked away from him because he was way too close.

Before I head on off to bed, I send her a message “Sweet dreams, baby girl.” “Happy wet dreams.” Oh fuck, I track back and realize what I just said. I called her baby girl…again. I do not call my woman baby girl, never, not once, ever. I am fucked The next morning in the kitchen, I find myself very frustrated and highly irritated with myself. I have not to stop thinking of Ava, but that is not the only problem; I cannot get it out of my head that I called baby girl. I know that it must be so common, but to Trayton DeCarlo, it is a problem.

He was just trying to be sweet, there was probably plenty more that I still needed to get used to. When I went back out into the kitchen Tate was smiling at me with that smile of his that just made my knees weak. There was no way I was going to mess up his good mood, he seemed happy to be leaving notes for me. “Are you ready Baby Girl?” He asked, once again calling me Baby Girl. What was it about that name that just got to me? It wasn’t the words, it was just the way he said it. It made my stomach flutter and my heart skip a beat. It even made my skin crawl, but in a very good way.

They can even fuck in front of me if they want, I don't care! Eyna darted her eyes to me, she is finally noticing my presence. "Hey baby girl! How are you," she greeted with a cheerful expression and I stared at her in disbelief. Did she just call me baby girl? TBC

He would definitely get the wrong impression and I didn't want that to happen. A deep chuckle resonated through the speakers before he replied, "You know what I want from you, babygirl." Once again, I cringed at the word. The only man that was allowed to call me that, was the father who had stayed and loved me, not this man who abused and abandoned me and my mother.

“It meant nothing. The man was raving. Trying to confuse her, to buy time.” “Probably,” Alvarez agreed, nodding. “But ‘the other one’ implies a previous one. A previous… transgression. A previous girl. We have no record of Mr. Hale having a daughter or any other minor in his life. So it’s an odd phrase.” My blood ran cold. *A previous girl.* Louis’s face was a mask of slightly impatient cooperation. “As I said, he was unhinged. He’d constructed an elaborate narrative of grievance against me. He was filling in the blanks with delusion.”

I didn't even know what the fuck was going through her head because she wasn't talking, and this was new territory for us. "Babygirl..." "Don't call me that you don't mean it, you chose her..." She started to fucking hyperventilate and scared the fuck outta me. "Baby calm down, I didn't choose her over you, please listen to me." I tried hugging her to me to get her to calm down.

Stop calling me and acting like I’m a little baby , you're still going to deny the fact that you feel something for me . If you don’t , then tell me why you have been trying so hard to avoid me, you just don’t want to accept it , but we both know that I’m not a little girl anymore uncle and you just have to accept that . Tell me you don’t want this , tell me you don’t find me attractive , tell me you don’t want to slam me against the wall and make love to me , just tell me you don’t want to and I am going to let you be