Novel & Cerita Why Does He Call You Babygirl

“I was the well dressed one back then.” “You were also an annoying city-girl,” he said with a sarcastic grin. “Things change.” “They certainly do.” He nervously let go of one of my hands and fiddled with something in his pocket. He pulled out a small blue box and my heart stopped. Before I knew it, he was down on one knee, looking up at me with so much love in his eyes. My stomach did somersaults and I wasn’t sure if it was the baby or butterflies. I put my hand to my mouth, and the tears that had welled in my eyes from Candace came rushing back.

"I don't know what your deal is. I'm not letting you get the better of me so I can be the girl-whatever number you tag me as, you act like the bad boy you are, but you are the most narcissistic guy I ever met." "I've been called worse, baby girl." "Don't think your kindness could tempt me. The like of you will never fool me." "You think, me being nice to you means I want something in return? That I want to fuck you? You ain't that special." His voice was husky and annoyed at the same time when he said the F-word. "Your tail is not The only one I'm chasing after, baby girl." I froze. That hurt.

He stops and turns towards me, “Rest up, Baby Girl. You’re going to have a rough few days.” My eyes don’t leave the door, even after it closes behind him. Baby Girl? Why did he look at me like that. Almost with… Lust in his eyes. An involuntary shiver runs through my spine, and not the good kind. My shock finally dissipates a bit, and I go to sit back on the bed. Looking back out the window, praying to the Goddess that she lets the triplets get to me in time.

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