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Please Daddy, may I cum?

Camille's POV 

“It's probably just work,” I mumbled, ending the call. “See, I'm doing well at work. Stop trying to marry me off. I'm young.” 

“Right, you are,” Dad sighed and stepped out of the car. “You’re making dinner,”

“What why?” I groaned, rapidly texting Gavriel that I was fine before following suit.  

“Because it was all your fault that the Martins did not invite us to eat with them. It's either that or your old man starves.” He replied and walked away.  

“Humans can survive two weeks without food. You'll be fine.” I called after him.  

I was kidding. I made us some pasta for dinner and tried to appease him with the sauce but I got criticized instead. But overall, the night ended in success.  

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