Daddys Here To Stay

Noah's P.O.V- I, Noah Carter was bored. That's right, you heard me, I'm crazy bored. My beautiful fiancé is at work right now. She was an intern at a psychologists practice. The one her father actually went to every week. That's right, Robby went to therapy and Harper 'practiced' sit downs with him when she wasn't at the office and they weren't hanging out 'normally.' Being her father, it surprised me how he could tell her such personal feelings. Some things just should be left to the actual professionals. Not that Harper wasn't studying to become one and didn't know her stuff but... again, he was her father. He had told me how intuitive and helpful she's been. More so than his psychologist sometimes. I mean I guess I shouldn't be surprised, their relationship wasn't in the least bit conventional. None of our relationships were conventional. Look at how Harper and I started out. Thinking we were related. But I have to say that I could feel it. Even if I didn't know it at the time. Deep down my subconscious knew. If I had stayed around and helped Linda raise Harper, our relationship never would have ended up the way that it did. Nurturing and raising Harper from a child to an adult would have completely changed the way I saw her. But it wasn't like that. I officially 'met' her when she was seventeen. Beautifully, gorgeous and irresistibly seventeen. Once we found out that Robby was Harpers real father we publicized the shít out of that knowledge. Everyone had to know immediately. His family, my family, Linda, all my coworkers. My lawyers and friends. Matilda. I even did several interviews where I gave away every little detail that I found necessary. The one thing that I refused anyone though was an interview with Harper. If I could keep her out of the public eye I would. Of course my reach only went so far. There were rumors about our engagement. About how much of an age gap there was between the two of us. I was 34 at the time and of course Harper had just turned 18. A year later and the gossip had died down tremendously. I was so grateful that Harper wasn't afraid to wear her ring now and let the world know. But again, now that the world knew- they wanted to know Harper. Badly. On Harpers birthday alone, she had nine interview requests that I had to turn down. Some reporters had camped out on our lawn and I had to call the police. This worried me greatly. For the first month of her internship I had sat in the parking lot of the facility to make sure that no one had followed her. Robby and I had hired security to keep watch of her after that. As for Robby and I's relationship after all truths came out- well it was strained for a little while. We had to tell him the whole truth. He was upset and had trouble talking to me as we usually did for a couple of months. And then Harper brought us together for a huge heart to heart and we got EVERYTHING off of our chests. Harper was definitely our peace keeper. When she would hang out with her father and decide to spend the night it usually made me jealous which I had no right to be, he was her father. But when she was gone I missed her. Hell I even missed her at work. Now I knew what it was like to be at home and have to sleep without her like she had to when I was on business trips. To be honest, I couldn't remember what life was like before Harper anymore. And I didn't care because I didn't want to. As I sat at our kitchen table, coffee cup to mouth, I scrolled through my ** feed. Ever since I found out how often she used it I created an account and immediately had thousands of people following me. Everyone was interested in my personal life. Especially females who couldn't get enough of my selfies. They even gushed over the very few pictures I posted with Harper. Because I didn't want her in the public eye I tried to keep her off of my account. But it was pretty much pointless when she constantly posted pics of her and I on her account. People ate up all they could about us. Surprisingly Harper did pretty well with being somewhat of a 'celebrity.' Everyone at my company was in love with her. Of course that didn't include the jealous females who gave her dirty looks when they thought that we weren't paying attention to them. I've actually had to fire a few who liked to harass Harper. She had received hate mail as well explaining how she wasn't good enough for me or woman enough for me. Old enough for me... Like fùcking hell, seriously? When she finally let me see the emails, they had made me livid. She tried to keep it hidden from me but I could tell that something was bothering her and reading her was one of the easiest things in the world for me. She was my open book. After I learned about the hate mail, I went to a certain t.v station to give a public interview were I addressed the anger I harbored for the people that wanted to harass my baby. After that I was on quite a few popular shows that interviewed 'celebrities' saying the same things over and over. I was surprised to find out that after my appearances on the shows, Harper stopped getting hate anything. I knew that it had stopped because she had made another email account that I constantly monitored. If I found rude comments on her social media accounts I snapped back. That was just how I operated. No one was going to hurt my girl. It was my fault that Harper was facing all of this new negativity to begin with. If she wasn't in a relationship with me she wouldn't have to deal with any annoying, jealous idiots. Almost two years had passed since I had met her and I was still digesting how much my life had changed since I had walked into her mother's house that first day. I used to be known as a playboy but now I was a man who had settled down and would soon be married. Being almost 36, it was definitely long overdue in my eyes. No one before Harper had ever come close to actually winning over my heart. Even the one time I had been engaged I couldn't give up my grandmothers ring. It just didn't feel right. I'm glad that I never did because I wasn't quite sure Colette would have returned the ring when I broke up with her. She would most likely have kept it to spite me even though she knew how much it meant to me. She was obsessed with me, my wealth and my image. To this day I don't think she was actually in love with me either. I was sure that what we had was lust and obsession, nothing more. Since I had actually fallen in love with Harper, I knew what real love felt like. At that moment my phone beeped and I quickly saw a text come in from Harper. My face lit up with a huge grin. Harper: It's going to be a late night tonight. I'm sorry baby. Dr. Welsh wants me to go through some extra case files that he missed this morning. My grin quickly faded and I grimaced at the screen. I swear to God if that doctor Welsh guy was trying to make a move on my woman, I would fùcking kill him. He had her stay late a lot more than I thought necessary. Even though I knew when you were an intern you were usually overworked. That's just the way it was. But still, I'd kill him. Me: If he tried to hit on you, he's dead. That's a promise my love. I miss you. Come home soon or I will come to that office and tell him that his time with you is up for the day. She immediately began to respond and I smiled to myself again. I knew my text was going to fire her up. She was worried that I would get her kicked out of her internship but I would find her a better one... with a female boss. Harper: Noah... please calm down. He's married and he's never been inappropriate with me. You don't have to worry. I promise I would tell you if anyone was ever inappropriate with me, you should know that. I have to stay but I'll make it up to you when I get home. I love you so much. XOXO Her texts always made me feel better. I wanted to text her every minute of everyday. Or for that matter, be with her every minute of everyday. I would never tire of her company. We seldom disagreed and when we did, we resolved our issues quickly. We also had a lot of 'angry sèx' or 'makeup sèx.' Whatever you want to call it. I mean our sèx was usually always intense either way. I was usually just feeling possessive like I did and it was me fighting myself, feeling like I needed to show her who she belonged to. She loved it. I knew that she purposely irritated me sometimes just to make me 'punish' her. Like wear clothes that were very revealing when we went out or nonchalantly flirt with my employees. I knew she did this because she admitted it. She was a very smart, little girl. Of course I knew she didn't want anyone but me. I would never have to question that. And oh boy did she get me back for the time I tricked her into hanging out with Robby. When I purposely had that blonde bítch sit on my lap so she'd talk to him. She flirted with every guy we came across. The cashiers at the grocery store, our chauffeurs, the men in my office... Until I finally confronted her and she told me what she was doing. It went on for a few weeks. I smacked the hell out of her beautiful, little, plump àss. I had her tied up and begging me to let her cùm. It was so much fun. Me: You better make it up to me, baby girl. You might want to tell Mr. Welsh that you won't be in tomorrow. I'm going to have you up, screaming and crying my name all night long, little one. I love you with all of my heart and soul, XOXO Your Daddy