I had my fair share of drinks as I babbled on and on with Preston just listening.

He was attentive and funny, himself. He laughed at some of the things I said and he had the most beautiful smile, all the Blackstones did, of course.

And at the thought of a certain Blackstone, my mood began to sour and I couldn't let that happen.

"Take me home, Daddy, and make me yours," I heard myself say. It sounded foreign and needy. I hadn't realized that it even slipped out from my parted lips.

Tonight turned into something I never would've expected and I needed a distraction.

"Not tonight, Kitten. You're intoxicated and I need you at peak condition before I have my way with you."

I turned to him and I would've dropped to my knees right there in front of God and everyone for him if the world wasn't slightly off-axis.

"Come back to my parents with me tomorrow. Dominic was going to come but I can't bear to look at him and they're expecting a man with me."

He smiled lightly, "Are you going to remember this conversation in the morning?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm not that drunk. I only had a glass of champagne and, like...a few of these," I held up my glass and went to take a drink but he took the glass from me and pushed it out of reach.

"That's enough of that for tonight. I'll take you home, settle you in bed, and then I'll come to pick you up tomorrow morning at 8. How does that sound?"

I smiled and put an arm around his shoulder, "That sounds great, Daddy. I really like you, you're very pretty. Is everyone as pretty as you and Dominic?"

He chuckled and stood up from his stool, helping me from mine with an arm around my waist, "You mean my siblings? Yes, they all look like us. And thank you, Genevieve. I think you're very pretty, as well. Now, let's get you home and into something comfy, what do ya say?"

I giggled, "That sounds amazing."

I felt him help me through the crowd of people, but I couldn't be bothered to do anything but stumble.

"Where the fuck do you think you're taking her," I heard a voice say behind us and whoever it was sounded very mad.

"Home, Dom. She's drunk and someone needs to take care of her since you are out of the picture now."

"Genevieve, look at me," I looked at the man in front of me and my eyes widened.

"Sir? I...I...I think I'm drunk," I started giggling and the yawned.

I looked up at Preston and smiled a goofy smile, "Daddy, I'm tired."

He looked back down at me with a smile of his own, "I know, Kitten. I'm taking you home now."

"Kay," I smiled and let him usher us forward and out the door.

The warm humid air hit me in the face and took my breath away as he walked me to the black car waiting. I saw the flashing lights and all the people yelling, but closed my eyes and trusted the man beside me to get me safely into the car.

"Where to, angel," he asked as I laid my head on his shoulder.

"The Dallas Estates Apartments."

"Okay, love. We'll be there in a few moments. Why don't you get some rest and I'll let you know when we're there."

I yawned again and closed my eyes, "Okay, Daddy."

**

"Kitten? We're here?"

I hummed but continued laying on his shoulder, sleep not letting go of my hazy mind.

"Do you want me to carry you?" I heard the smirk in his voice but I couldn't be bothered to care. I felt drowsy, drunk, and in need of my bed.

"Yes, Daddy," I whined pitifully and in a moment of clarity, I felt like maybe there would be a moment tomorrow when I would regret my actions tonight but then that moment of clarity was gone and all I wanted was the smell of the man I had been cuddled against and his warmth and comfort.

I felt him scoop me up and edge me closer to the warm humid air outside the car.

"Which one is yours?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and breathed in his cologne again, "Third floor, number six. Wait!"

I pulled away and tried to look into all of his eyes, "Did I get my bag?"

He chuckled as he walked into the elevator, "Yes, love. I grabbed it for you."

I smiled and laid my head down on his shoulder again before lightly patting his chest, "Thank you."

I felt his chest rumble as he lightly hummed with the tune in the elevator and then continued the tune as he stepped out into the hall and make his way to my door.

"Daddy has to put you down so he can open your door."

I grumbled, "No."

He hummed, but I felt my feet touch the ground with an arm still around my waist.

The door opened and he helped me inside. I heard him set my bag and keys on the counter as I stumbled my way to the bedroom.

I got to the bed and laid down on my side, head drowsy and on the cusp of sleep.

I heard a light chuckle and felt him take my heels off, "I'm going to help you out of this dress. Is that okay, Kitten?"

I hummed in acceptance and he rolled me into my back and pushed the straps down my shoulders and slid the dress off of me.

"Did you wear this for him?"

I opened my eyes groggily and looked down at my half-naked form. My nipples naked and hard in the cold air of my apartment, but my lower region clothed in the black lace thong and garter set.

"Yeah, but he didn't get to see it in person." I couldn't be bothered to feel immodest at the moment. All I cared about was sleep.

"I'll be back in the morning, Genevieve," he pulled the covers out from under my body and covered me up.

I heard his footsteps against my hardwood floor.

"You won't stay for a cuddle," I breathed out, not sure if he heard it or not. I longed for a pair of arms to hold me through the night.

"No, sweet girl. I'm trying to be respectful and it's taking almost everything I have not to kiss you. I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well."

He shut the door and then I heard the front door shut.

'So... Preston?'

Yeah, Preston.

I felt myself smile and slip into sleep.