Eventually, I decided it was time for bed.
“C’mon, Violet,” I instructed, and I couldn’t help the small hint of ‘Daddy’ from returning when I spoke. “Go to bed.”
Her eyes met mine briefly, narrowing as she smiled. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
We slept in separate beds. Despite her protests, I couldn’t handle the thought of having her sleep next to me. I wanted as little connection to develop between us as possible. Her warm body next to mine would be too much — I had already basically sodomised her, there was no need to take further advantage.
I made my bed on the couch, while she curled her tiny body up on my massive bed. I looked over to the coffee table and saw her half-finished glass of vodka and orange juice, and I imagined her orange-flavoured kiss on my lips as I fell asleep.
—
The next morning, I found my bed empty. A note was placed on my kitchen counter, scrawled in messy handwriting:
“Thanks for letting me stay.
I’ve saved my number in your phone. It’s under the name “Puppy-girl”
Violet xo”
I sighed. Somehow, I was sure this wouldn’t be the last I had seen of my puppy-girl.
