''Good girl,'' the woman's words were cut off when Ryle picked the girl up in his arms and kissed her forehead. Her little feet tried to climb his abdomen but she pouted when his grip remained firm, ''I am your daddy. You have to remember that well, alright?" Ryle tapped the tip of her nose and kissed her forehead again.
In the next moment, he stilled as the little girl puckered her small mouth and pressed a wet kiss on his cheek.
Angel was not the one to do that usually. Just as the way she did not call him daddy anymore after the first time no matter how he tried to coax her, she did not show affection to people easily. It would only be very selective people like her mommy, her mama and papa who got this special treatment more occasionally.
Maxim, that lucky bastard, got acknowledged by Angel as her 'papa'. Ryle, for once, was fucking jealous of his best friend. Where was he all this time? Why did his right come so late?
