CHEOL's POV
You…shithead, stupid dumbass bastard! I silently muttered curses to myself.
I was in the middle of preparing a glass of warm milk for Kelly when I couldn't get that one word out of my head.
Daddy…
After she called me that in such a teasing tone and with that slight smile on her lips, I wasn't sure how to respond.
How was I expected to regain my composure at this point?
Shit! Keep your thoughts under control.
Easy…I’ve got this under control.
Just like earlier, I had it under control when I lifted Kelly from my lap and placed her on the couch, just as if I didn't have a goddamn boner in my pants.
Like I didn’t wish I could’ve excused myself to go to my bathroom and jerked off.
It's not like those words weren't already on the tip of my tongue. Daddy, huh…? I'll show you what Daddy is...
Yeah…I totally had it under control. What a bullshit!