Daddy dominic, p.1
Daddy Dominic, page 1
DADDY DOMINIC
LAYLAH ROBERTS
Laylah Roberts
Daddy Dominic
© 2023, Laylah Roberts
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CONTENTS
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Epilogue
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BOOKS BY LAYLAH ROBERTS
Doms of Decadence
Just for You, Sir
Forever Yours, Sir
For the Love of Sir
Sinfully Yours, Sir
Make me, Sir
A Taste of Sir
To Save Sir
Sir’s Redemption
Reveal Me, Sir
Montana Daddies
Daddy Bear
Daddy’s Little Darling
Daddy’s Naughty Darling Novella
Daddy’s Sweet Girl
Daddy’s Lost Love
A Montana Daddies Christmas
Daring Daddy
Warrior Daddy
Daddy’s Angel
Heal Me, Daddy
Daddy in Cowboy Boots
A Little Christmas Cheer
Sheriff Daddy
Her Daddies’ Saving Grace
Rogue Daddy
A Little Winter Wonderland
Daddy’s Sassy Sweetheart
Daddy Dominic
MC Daddies
Motorcycle Daddy
Hero Daddy
Protector Daddy
Untamed Daddy
Her Daddy’s Jewel
Fierce Daddy
Savage Daddy
Boss Daddy
Daddy Fox
A Snowy Little Christmas
Saving Daddy
Harem of Daddies
Ruled by her Daddies
Claimed by her Daddies
Stolen by her Daddies
Captured by her Daddies
Haven, Texas Series
Lila’s Loves
Laken’s Surrender
Saving Savannah
Molly’s Man
Saxon’s Soul
Mastered by Malone
How West was Won
Cole’s Mistake
Jardin’s Gamble
Romanced by the Malones
Twice the Malone
Mending a Malone
Malone’s Heart
Men of Orion
Worlds Apart
Cavan Gang
Rectify
Redemption
Redemption Valley
Audra’s Awakening
Old-Fashioned Series
An Old-Fashioned Man
Two Old-Fashioned Men
Her Old-Fashioned Husband
Her Old-Fashioned Boss
His Old-Fashioned Love
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
Bad Boys of Wildeside
Wilde
Sinclair
Luke
Rawhide Ranch Holiday
A Cozy Little Christmas
A Little Easter Escapade
Standalones
Their Christmas Baby
Haley Chronicles
Ally and Jake
1
Welcome to Wishingbone.
Population: We can’t keep up because everyone keeps breeding like darn rabbits.
It was so ridiculous she had to grin and pull over to take a photo. The population part was spray-painted on a piece of cardboard and pinned to the sign.
Gwen bet the town officials loved that.
Steering her car back onto the road, she drove toward the town of Wishingbone and its baby-making population.
Perhaps this trip wasn’t going to be as boring as she’d thought. She’d been reluctant to leave New York. She loved how alive it was. The people. The fast pace of life.
But apparently, that life didn’t like her.
She heaved out a sigh just as her phone rang.
Bossy bastard calling. Bossy bastard calling. You better pick up or he’ll fire your ass.
The ring-tone sang in a cartoon voice, making her giggle.
At forty-five, you’d think she’d be beyond giggling at a stupid ringtone. But apparently, she had the sense of humor of an eight-year-old.
“Hey, boss,” she said, answering the call.
A long-suffering sigh greeted her. Her grin grew. She figured it was her mission in life to hassle Reuben Jones as much as she could.
Otherwise, he took life far too seriously.
Like you can talk . . .
“I am not your boss.”
“Ahh, but I’m here doing a job for you and you’re paying me. So that makes you my boss.”
“We never talked about remuneration,” he said stiffly. “I merely suggested a holiday and asked you to do me a favor while you were there.”
Lord, he was full of bull.
“And that’s why there’s ten thousand dollars in my bank account today?”
“Was there? How interesting . . .”
“Reuben.” He couldn’t try to lie his way out of this one.
“Well, you are doing me a favor. The least I can do is pay gas money.”
“Gas money? Reuben, I could probably drive for years on that sort of gas money.” He was terrible.
“You’ve got accommodation and meal costs as well. Just remember, when you get to the Lucky Hotel in Wishingbone, do not mention that you know me. In fact, don’t mention to anyone in that town that you know me.”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“Ahh . . . reasons.”
She could imagine what those reasons were. Reuben was an acquired taste, as her nana would have said. Most people didn’t understand him. Or they got on his bad side. And there were a lot of people who fucked him off.
Reuben didn’t suffer fools, or anyone that hurt someone he cared about. It didn’t matter how small the supposed slight . . . Reuben was an avenging angel.
Well, probably more like a vengeful devil if she was honest.
Not that she had a problem with his vengeful ways since she was lucky enough to be one of the people he cared about.
“Just best not to say anything to anyone.”
She rolled her eyes. “They aren’t going to chase me out with pitchforks, are they?”
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
“Reuben, what have you done to these people?”
“I didn’t do anything to anyone who didn’t deserve it. If you do anything to hurt or harm or speak badly about my sister, then you will pay.”
Yeah. Gwen knew how much he loved his sister, Juliet. It sent a pang of sadness through her. It must be amazing to have this man as your brother.
Well, wonderful, and probably frustrating as hell too.
She’d had plenty of thoughts about strangling him when he became overly protective and she was certain he was worse with poor Juliet.
“I get it,” she said quietly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the latest transgressor.”
“Good. I want him ruined, Andy.”
She sighed at the nickname. He’d called her that since they first met a few years ago. “No one talks badly about Juliet.”
“You got it. Asshole is going down. Down to hell. All the way down. No coming back up from hell.”
“Stop talking now.” It was said gently but firmly.
“Oh good. I didn’t know where I was going with that.”
“N
See? She really would have strangled him years ago if he wasn’t the best thing in her life.
“Juliet doesn’t know I’m coming?”
“No, she doesn’t. She’d just try to talk me out of my revenge. If you see her, you don’t have to keep quiet about knowing me. But just don’t tell her why you’re there. Shit, she might guess.”
It seemed crazy that she’d never seen or spoken to Juliet. But sometimes that was the way things went. Juliet didn’t leave Wishingbone often, and Gwen had always been busy working.
“Where are you now?” he asked.
“Um.” Shoot, she should have realized that question was coming, and he wasn’t going to like the answer.
“Gwen,” he said warningly.
She sighed. That was his Dom voice. He’d guessed almost straight away that she was a sub. She had no idea how. He claimed it was his superpower.
Once, he’d tried to convince her to go to a club with him so he could help her find a Dom. But Gwen had never felt safe showing anyone her submissive side. And the closest she’d ever gotten to letting her Little out was allowing herself have a soft toy to cuddle when she went to bed.
She’d worked her butt off to get to where she had in her career. Any hint of a whisper that she liked to submit and she knew the partners at her law firm would fire her.
And if they’d discovered that she wanted to dress up in pretty things and paint cute pictures or play with dolls?
No. Nope.
That hadn’t been a risk she’d been willing to take.
And look where that had gotten her. She could feel the panic starting to build. She pulled off the road, knowing that it wasn’t safe to keep driving and tried to calm her racing heart.
“I’m on the outskirts of Wishingbone,” she said cheerfully. “Made good time, huh?”
“Gwen,” he growled.
She kind of wished his Dom voice did something to her. Reuben was a good-looking guy. Smart and successful. But maybe a bit too dominant for her. Any woman that he took as his . . . well, he’d completely take over her life.
She was much better off as his friend rather than his lover. They’d clash something fierce if they had to live together. Especially with his unhealthy addiction to exercise and eating properly.
It was truly unnatural.
She probably needed someone with more patience. While Reuben needed someone who could look past all that crazy to the truly remarkable man he was.
They were going to have to have excellent eyesight and determination because there was a whole heap of crazy to get past.
“We agreed you were going to take it easy. Just how fast have you been going?”
“Not that fast,” she said quickly.
She’d only gotten two speeding tickets.
That she knew of. Those speeding cameras could be tricky to see.
“You’re supposed to be taking it easy and driving carefully. I don’t know why you couldn’t have flown and rented a car in Bozeman.”
“You know how I feel about tin cans in the sky. If we were meant to fly, we’d have wings.”
He sighed. “You’re far safer in a plane than you are driving.”
“That’s what the airlines want you to think. It’s a conspiracy.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Plus, my baby wanted an outing.” She ran her hand over the dashboard of her Porsche lovingly. This car was the first big purchase she’d made after paying off all her student loans and she rarely got to drive the Porsche in the city.
“I’ll have you know that I am driving very carefully.” Just fast. “And I’m nearly there now. So, no harm, no foul.”
A noise of frustration came from him and she kind of felt bad.
Just a little.
“I promise I’ll take it easy now. No more speeding. No pushing myself.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it. Remember, you’re supposed to relax.”
“Yeah, well . . . relaxing isn’t my forte, as you well know, Mr. Workaholic.”
“But I want better for you,” he said gruffly. “I don’t want to ever get another phone call like that one, Andy.”
A pang of regret and guilt filled her. “I’m sorry.”
“You know I don’t like apologies. I just want your promise to take care of yourself. Your health and safety matter.”
“I promise I’ll try.” Because she wasn’t entirely sure how to slow down and smell the roses. Or whatever the heck people who were trying to work less and relax more did. Smelling roses sounded dull. Plus, she wasn’t a big fan of their scent.
Now . . . if you were talking about chocolate . . . yep, she was there.
Which is probably why her butt had some extra bounce and there was more curve to her tummy than there should be.
Could also be from all the sitting, late nights working, forgetting to eat then binging, oh, and no exercise.
“Good. Because if you don’t, I’m going to step in.”
“Reuben, you’re my best friend, and right now, you’re my boss, but you’re not the boss of me. You can’t step in because you’re not my Dom.”
Or her Daddy. That was a whole other can of worms she wasn’t willing or ready to think about.
“Yeah, but you need one.”
2
Lord, he was irritating.
She had a pillow at home, which she called the Reuben smotherer. When he became too much, she’d pick it up, scream into it, and imagine putting it over his face.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t just Reuben who was bat-shit crazy.
“I’ve got no problems taking over if you don’t look after yourself,” Reuben warned. “You know that.”
“Don’t even think about it, Buster-roo,” she replied. “I’ll kick your ass, then smother you with a pillow.”
“The Reuben smotherer?” he asked dryly.
She gasped. “You know about that?”
“Tequila, Andy. Whenever you drink too much tequila, you get chatty. Actually, whenever you drink too much of any kind of alcohol you get chatty.”
She groaned. It was all so true. “We both know you can’t go all Dom on me. It will ruin our friendship.”
“But at least you’d be alive.”
The raw pain in his words hit her like a punch to the stomach. Not that she’d ever been punched in the stomach . . . but she imagined this is what it would feel like.
“Reuben, I’m all right. I’m fine. Nothing is going to happen to me.”
“Of course it fucking won’t. Because I hired the best fucking doctors in the country, and what did they say, Gwendolyn Mary?”
“Damn. Full name, huh?”
“Gwen,” he warned.
“That I need to make some lifestyle changes. But I’m doing that right? I quit my job—”
“You got fired after you told that motherfucking bastard to suck your big fat tits,” he said dryly.
“God, that was satisfying,” she said with a wide smile. “I swear, it took ten years off my life. Too bad it didn’t take ten pounds off my ass. Then things would really be looking up.”
“You know I don’t like that.”
She rolled her eyes at the dark note in his voice. He thought he was way scarier than he really was.
Although pretty much everyone else thought he was scary. She was one of the few that knew he was a big marshmallow.
Kind of.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “And I don’t want you talking shit about yourself.”
“Again, not my Dom.”
“But I’m your best friend. It’s my right as your best friend to tell you when you’re being an idiot.”
She couldn’t argue with that. Because she loved telling Reuben that he was being an idiot.
