I Will Call You Daddy Part 2

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Chapter 17

Spencer had been texting me all day wanting to know what I was doing. I tried to let him know that I was working on it. It was around three in the afternoon when I finally left my room in search of food. The house was pretty quiet and when I went into the kitchen no one was there. I started to pull things out to make a salad. I had my music on my phone and my headphones in. I couldn't hear a thing. I was dancing around some and then I turned to see Vincent standing in the doorway. He scared the shit out of me. "Damn it, Vincent," I shouted. As I jumped and pulled the headphones out of my ears. He was just smiling at me. "What do you want Vincent?' I asked him.

"I came looking for food, but I found you in the kitchen dancing around. It was very amusing so I watched the show."

"Oh, so now I'm some slut striper?" I snapped.

"I guess I deserved that." He said. I just looked at him. "I'm sorry Page for calling you a whore." He said. I still just stood there. "Please, Page you know I would never hurt you like that." He said. I just took a deep breath.

"It's okay Vincent," he smiled that damn hot smile at me. He then came closer to me.

"I'm glad your back. I thought I was going to end up blowing this city up to find you last night."

"Vincent, we are not together. You don't have to worry about me. I'm a big girl." I said. I wasn't trying to hurt his feelings, but then again. He needed to know.

"I understand Page and I will try and remember that. I'm also not going to apologize for caring about you. That I can't help." He said. I smiled at him.

"I care about you to Vincent, but I ." He cut me off.

"Really Page it's okay." He said. I could see the hurt on his face and it hurt me too, but now wasn't the time to figure that shit out. I walked over to him and gave him a big hug. The truth was I really cared about Vincent, but I also cared about Spencer. That was something I had to figure out, but now just wasn't the time. I first needed to take care of the people I cared about. He hugged me back and it felt good to be in his arms. He smelled amazing. I got a hold of myself and stepped back. He just looked at me.

"Fuck," I said and crashed my lips to his. He kissed me back with force and lifted me up onto the kitchen counter. We weren't like ripping each other clothes off, but we might as well have been. Our lips weren't leaving each other, but our hands were all over each other. Then we both heard someone let a little cough out. Damn it, I said to myself. Vincent pulled away and we both looked to see Mickey standing there smiling at us. "I'm sorry," I said to Vincent as I jumped off the counter. I walked past Mickey as I heard him say.

"Is this your way of kicking his ass?" He said.

"Shut up Mickey," I said as I walked past him. What the fuck is wrong with me. Ugh, I said to myself. I needed to find Richard and talk to him about Spencer. I had to get out of here and figure this shit out. I knocked on Richards door to his office. He came to the door and opened it. He looked at me and stepped aside for me to come in. I knew this was not going to be an easy conversation, but I had to do it.

"What can I do for you princess?" He asked me as I took a seat.

"I need to talk to you about Spencer," I said. He took a seat and crossed his arms. "I'm going to go stay with him for a while," his face changed and he stared me down. I looked away and tried to finish talking. "Look I need for you to trust my judgment and let me do this," I said. "If I feel like I'm in any kind of trouble I will call right away.”

"And if you can't?" He asked. I kind of just looked at him.

"Please Richard. I love you very much. You're like a father to me. The closest thing I have to family." I said. I have never told him how I felt about him and he had a smile on his face. "You have to let me do this, please," he took a deep breath.

"Okay Page, I'll let you do this, but you have to promise me to call me at least twice a day. If I don't hear from you I will track you and Spencer down. Tell me before you go. What's going on with you and Spencer?" He asked me.

"At the moment nothing, I'm just trying to get him to help me figure this out. I talked a lot with him last night and I think I might have got him to think about things."

"Okay Page. Let me tell Vincent okay? Don't say anything to him." Richard asked me. I nodded at him and got up and went over and hugged him.

"I promise I'll be careful and I'll check in," I left his office and went to my room to pack things up. As I was in the middle of leaving Spencer a text. To tell him I was on my way. Vincent came walking into my room. He started to head towards me, but then he stopped and looked at my bags on the bed.

"What's going on?" He asked me. Fuck, I didn't know what to say. If I tell him he is going to lose it. I tried to think of something to say when Richard came walking in.

"Come with me son, I need to talk to you," Richard said to Vincent.

"Fuck no, what's going on?" Vincent demanded. He stood there and crossed his arms. "Are you going back to Texas? If this is because of the thing in the kitchen. You don't have to go." He said. I looked at Richard for help.

"No, she is not going back to Texas," Richard said.
"Then where the fuck is she going?" Vincent snapped.
"Come down to my office and we will talk," Richard said.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where she is going." He said. I took a deep breath.

"She is going to Spencers." Richard just blurted out. My heart fell out of my ass.

"The fuck she is!" Vincent yelled.

"Vincent please," I said.

"We don't own her Vincent. She can come and go as she pleases." Richard said. Vincent looked over at me.

“Why Page? why are you going to him?" He asked me.
"Because I have to do this for him and for your family," I said. Vincent's face became red and I could see the anger building up.

"Come with me son," Richard said. Vincent didn't move.

"I don't care, you're not going to him," Vincent said.

Yes I am and you're not going to stop me," I said as I started to shove clothes into my bag. Vincent walked over to me and took me by the arms, hard.

"You're not going." He spits out.

"Let go of me, your hurting me. " I said. Richard came over to us and Mickey and Drake came into the room. All three of them grabbed hold of Vincent. He was losing his shit.

"I'll fucking kill him Page!" He was yelling as they took him out of my room. I just shook my head and I felt like shit. I finished packing and grabbed my things and headed out the front door. I could still hear Vincent screaming as I shut the front door. I got in my car and headed to Spencer's place.
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