Comfort Me, Daddy (The Brat & The Beast Duet Book 2) by Misha Horne

Author:Misha Horne [Horne, Misha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Being home alone after school was a fucking non-issue. It was where most of my life happened, for fuck’s sake. And even if the occasional scary, unexpected thing popped up, even if lately home had been kind of a nightmare, for the most part it was as close as I got to quiet and calm. So it made no fucking sense that home alone after school at Caleb’s house— where it was warmer and safer and nicer in every possible way— should put me at peak anxiety, but yeah.

Walking through the courtyard, letting myself into the building with the set of keys I wasn’t entirely sure I was supposed to have, jetting up to his apartment like I was scared I was being watched, had me sweaty and sick to my stomach by the time I got inside, gulping deep breaths and blowing out air and listening to how extremely fucking quiet it was.

I should have stayed after practice. Hit the weight room for awhile until my legs were shaking. I should have gone and hung out with Riggs or Walker or even Ellis, who was still trying to round guys up for drinking when I left the locker room. Should have blown this all off for some noise, because I was not feeling this empty bait-and-switch apartment at all.

Coach T was still in a garbage mood, still blaming everyone but Walker when he was throwing into the weeds, and doing anything right when he was this pissed off was impossible. After four seasons with him, I knew when I was killing myself just for my own ego, but I’d done it anyway, looking for some kind of satisfaction I never got.

I’d torn myself up, was covered in scrapes and soon-to-be bruises, and still had a heavy heartbeat, and no one was even here to clean me up or tell me what a good job I did at practice. Even though they didn’t have a clue the difference between a good practice and a bad one.

And okay, maybe I was fucking mad about it. Maybe I wanted Caleb at my practices, hanging around every day so everyone noticed. Maybe I wanted the whole school to know I was getting dicked down by The Beast. Or maybe I didn’t, and I was just tired and needy and horny and dramatic. I honestly couldn’t tell.

I dropped my bag in front of the couch, swiping my phone open to check the time. The walk home from practice was a joke, like it took longer to walk around the field and through the parking lot than it did to walk up Pekoe and around the corner. Could have been five-flat running, but I’d dragged ass instead, so it had probably taken ten, but it was still only 5:45.

Normally, I’d have been nervous getting home this early, but there was nothing to be nervous about here. Not gonna lie, something about that put me on edge, and yeah, cool, irony, but whatever.

I checked my

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