Page 95 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

Charlotte nodded her head and watched as he put the bag outside the front door and picked her up.

“My good little cupcake,” he whispered in her ear. “Such a good girl.”

Charlotte blushed and buried her head into his shoulder.

“I’m so glad you walked into my club that night.”

She relaxed in his arms. “I’m glad you came down to talk to me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”