Come Here Daddy
1311 Words
Johnny stirred, blinking slowly as the warmth brushed his skin. He checked the time, it was past 5pm. He slept for almost four hours.
For the first time in months, he woke up with a smile. It wasn’t forced, it wasn’t the exhausted half-smirk he’d mastered for his wife, his employees, the world.
It was real.
His body felt lighter. His chest felt open, as if someone had slowly unhooked all the weights he’d been carrying around for years. He shifted slightly, stretching his legs beneath the blanket and instinctively reached across the bed, searching for her warmth.
But his hand met empty sheets.
He froze.
Sienna was gone.
A soft, unexpected disappointment pricked at him. He hadn’t realized how badly he wanted her still beside him, tucked against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder the way she had drifted into sleep a few hours ago. He wanted to hold her a little tighter, wake up to her smile, feel her fingers tracing idle shapes on his arm.
He wanted another hour of forgetting everything in his life.
His breath trembled.
God… the way she touched, the way she looked at him, not like a client, not like a married man, not like a billionaire who should have everything but somehow had nothing.
She saw him, and she made him feel good.
He dragged a hand through his hair and let out a shaky exhale. His wife had not made him feel anything close to this in years. Not peace. Not comfort. Definitely not pleasure.
Sienna was different, she was warm, dangerously close to everything he’d been starving for.
He sat up slowly, letting his legs drop over the side of the bed. The room still smelled faintly of her perfume, floral and soft, wrapping around him like a ghost.
His phone vibrated on the nightstand.
He picked it up, staring at the screen for a long moment.
His lawyer’s number was saved as Clarke Law Associates.
He hesitated, remembering how just yesterday he had been drowning in indecision. Doubting. Fearing divorce. Worrying about the children, his company, the press. His entire empire felt fragile.
But right now, Sienna had given him clarity. Not because of the s*x, though Christ, that alone had shaken him to his core, but because she listened. Because she spoke to him without judgment. Because she reminded him what it felt like to be valued.
He hit the answer button.
“Johnny?” his lawyer answered, sounding slightly enthusiastic.
“I’m ready,” Johnny said quietly.
“For… what?”
“The divorce.”
There was a long pause.
“Wow,” the lawyer breathed. “A few hours ago you were unsure. You said you needed more time.”
“I don’t need time anymore,” Johnny said firmly. “I’ve made up my mind.”
“What changed?”
Johnny’s eyes drifted to the tangled sheets, the faint indent where Sienna’s body had been.
“I finally realized what I’m holding onto,” he murmured. “And what it’s costing me.”
Another pause. The lawyer sounded careful now, almost delicate.
“You guys got into a bigger fight?”
“It’s everything,” Johnny whispered. “The overspending. The selfishness. Leaving our baby alone. Not caring about the family, the house, the business, nothing. I thought I was the problem. I thought if I tried harder, she’d meet me halfway. But she’s not trying, Clarke. She hasn’t tried in years.”
Clarke exhaled. “You sound like you've made up your mind.”
“I have.”
“Then I’ll begin filing,” the lawyer said. “But you know what divorce from a woman like your wife looks like. There’ll be noise, drama, maybe a battle for assets even though everything is practically in your name. Are you prepared?”
Johnny’s jaw tightened.
“Whatever the cost is,” he said slowly, “it’ll still be cheaper than losing myself.”
Silence.
“Alright, Johnny. I’ll draw up the initial paperwork.”
“Thank you.”
“And Johnny… I’m glad you found strength. You sound more alive now than you have in years.”
He wasn’t wrong.
After they ended the call, Johnny sat there, phone still in hand, staring at nothing.
Was he in love with Sienna?
He didn’t know that yet.
But he knew he wanted to explore whatever this feeling was. He wanted to see her again. He wanted to talk. Laugh. Heal.
He wanted the peace she carried with her.
The room felt warm again, his heart felt steady. He finally knew what he wanted. And certainty, for a man like him, was rare.
………
Julian Blackwell was losing his mind.
He paced across the length of his office, jaw tight, his phone clutched in his hand like it had offended him.
Where the hell was she? Who the hell declines a call from him? He dialed Sienna again and it went straight to voicemail.
Unbelievable.
He dragged a hand roughly through his hair, frustration clawing at his nerves.
Who does she think she is, turning off her phone, ignoring him? Her job, this entire arrangement depended on him. And she had the nerve to disappear the minute he needed to speak to her?
He slammed the phone down on his desk a little too hard. He'll have to put her in her place soon.
A sharp knock sounded on his door.
Before he could answer, it opened.
Angela stepped inside.
Unlike her professional posture earlier that morning when she announced his father’s arrival, she walked in now with a different kind of energy.
She held a brown file in one hand and sauntered toward his desk. “You look tense,” she said lightly, her voice dripping with implication. “Who were you trying to call?”
Julian straightened immediately, masking irritation behind a cool smirk.
“No one,” he lied. “Just… business.”
Angela arched her brow, unimpressed. “Business doesn’t make you frown like that.”
She placed the file on his desk, but instead of stepping back, she lingered too close, too bold, resting one hand lightly on the table as she leaned forward. Her enormous boobs staring back at him, teasing him.
Her perfume curled in the air, familiar and deliberately intoxicating.
He cleared his throat. “What’s the file?”
“Minutes from this morning’s departments,” she said. “And Richard wants a pre-board summary before the end of today.”
She paused, deliberately playing with her hair. “But I’m more interested in you right now.”
Julian forced a relaxed smirk, leaning back slightly. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
Her tone softened, almost coaxing. He hated and loved that tone. Angela had always known how to slip under his skin.
She circled slowly around his desk, fingers trailing along the polished surface until she reached the back of his chair.
Her nails grazed lightly against his shoulder before settling at his neck. A soft massage.
Julian closed his eyes briefly, tension leaking from his body despite himself.
“I’ve missed us,” she murmured.
“I’ve missed you, and the warmth under that hot dress.” His voice was low. “What would you be doing tonight?”
She gave him a knowing smile. “What would you rather do now?”
The excitement in his eyes was readable. “I’ll lock the door.” He stood up and walked to the door. Angela was just his kind of woman and what started with a stolen kiss has grown into a full blown romantic affair.
As he walked back, Angela was already sprawled on his big table, her legs apart, she was wearing no underwear. He could feel his other man kicking.
“Come here daddy,” she whispered.
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