~~LITTLE KITTEN GOT HER FIRST REJECTION~
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~DARIEN’S POV~
I know she’s probably wondering why I came back now, after a month of what happened in that hotel room.
“How did you find out about everything going on in my life?”
That question she asked in the car shook me slightly, and I’m definitely sure she wouldn’t want to know my reason. Reasons, actually.
And for me? It’s definitely not something I’m ready to tell. Maybe not now.
Time will tell. For now, let’s begin the game.
One thing Vionne didn’t know was that I knew her before that night, and ever since then, I’ve been watching her. Daddy has been watching his girl—and there’s a reason for that.
I know everything about her. I know her more than she knows herself. I knew when her husband started flirting with Nora. I knew when he spoke to a lawyer for a divorce—and honestly, that was my favorite part. Not because I’m selfish… it just means….. let’s forget about that. Literally, I knew every single thing—even her favorite color.
When we arrived at my house earlier, the way her jaw dropped was priceless. Her funny questions… I’m definitely going to enjoy having my little kitten here. She’s here to stay.
Carrying her in my arms into the building, when we got to the elevator, she cried, “Drop me. Let me go.”
“Nope,” I told her. I really wish she understood what holding her like this after months was doing to Daddy.
“Nope? Why?” she asked, blinking, confused.
I’m honestly surprised how easy it was to bring her here. I thought it’d take months of trying… but it seems she’s been waiting for Daddy.
I could help, but there’s a strange satisfaction in knowing that something I’ve wanted for years… I finally have it. Not my little kitten. No. I’m using her to my advantage.
Our advantage.
“Welcome to your new home, kitten. I hope you love it here,” I said as I set her down in the elevator.
At first, she looked at me like I was insane, brushing it off with a smile.
Is she seriously thinking this is some kind of joke?
If she doesn’t want to be here, why not fight me? Why not demand to leave? She looks… comfortable.
If I were going to kill her, would it really be this easy?
“You have to be kidding, Darien. Seriously,” she said. “I barely know you.”
“You don’t have to know me. I know you—and I want to help you. That’s all that matters.” I stepped closer, her eyes locked on mine like she’d never seen a man before.
She shifted slightly as I closed the distance. She was trembling—and it had nothing to do with fear.
“I c—can’t…” The way she said it, it was like she didn’t even believe herself.
“You can’t what?” My voice dropped, deep enough to make her body react. I stepped closer again, and her back hit the elevator wall. No more escape.
“I c—can’t stay here.”
“Why are you stuttering? Say it properly.”
Her jaw clenched, eyes blazing. It was cute.
“I CAN’T STAY HERE, DA—” She trailed off.
Was that Daddy she almost said?
“You still can’t say it without stuttering?” I asked, pinning her with my gaze. “I know you like it here, kitten. You’re welcome. Doesn’t that make sense?”
Silence. Just the sound of her breathing—fast, uneven. Her chest rising and falling.
She shook her head. “It doesn’t… I can’t trust anyone right now.” Her gaze dropped to the floor, like she was afraid to look at me.
“You didn’t get down when I gave you the chance. You came with me willingly. And I’m sorry, kitten… there’s no going back.” My voice came out a little rough. Maybe she won’t buy this?
Slowly, she lifted her head, eyes scanning mine like she was trying to read me. And for the first time, I saw real anger there.
“You must be out of your mind.” Her tone sharpened. “Umm… did my parents put you up to this? What’s really going on?”
At the mention of her parents, my chest tightened, my breath hitching—but I forced it down.
“Can you trust me?” I asked.
“Why would I?”
“I don’t know. But you have to trust me, kitten.” I moved closer, our breaths mixing. She went still—too scared to move, too affected to react.
“Back up a little,” she said, like I was burning her.
“Why?”
“Because I can’t breathe!” Her voice came out in hot, shaky gasps. She raised her hands to push me, but I caught her wrists and pulled her hard against my chest.
“Darien!” she gasped. It was supposed to be a shout, but it came out softer… almost like a moan.
My body pressed against hers, our breathing syncing. Damn. She sounded like she’d just run a marathon.
I inhaled her scent, and something inside me shifted. Vanilla. Flowers.
Her.
Valora.
Not the time.
“You look so scared. Daddy won’t hurt you,” I whispered in her ear, pulling her closer.
Her eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak—like she forgot how.
I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers grazing her neck.
She moaned.
“Oh my God… I feel so hot.”
I froze, staring at her. Her eyes were closed now, like she was lost in her own thoughts.
“Open your eyes, kitten.”
Slowly, she did.
“Gosh… kiss me, Darien.”
“No. Call me Daddy.”
“Kiss me, Daddy.”
Before I could react, the elevator beeped. I’d deliberately slowed it down.
“Please, Daddy…” she begged. Really begged.
I let her go.
“No. I won’t kiss you, kitten.” I paused, watching her face flush deep red as she stepped back, like reality was crashing in.
“Daddy didn’t bring you here for that.” I trailed off. Not today.
“Come on. I’ll take you to your room. You need rules. You clearly have no self-control around Daddy.”
I could see it in her body language—she wanted to say something, but embarrassment held her back.
“f**k you, Darien!” Her voice cracked as she stormed out of the elevator.
I smirked.
This is going to be interesting.
My little kitten got turned on just from me holding her.
I like it—but it’s not what this is about.
I can’t wait to lay down the rules… because what she just showed me? That’s not the game we’re playing.
“Little kitten just got her first rejection,” I murmured, letting out a low laugh.
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