Daddy's Little Angel

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Katherine pov

I walked into my cabin and slammed the door behind me. My hands were trembling with anger. The same employees who were scared of me, respected me, were now mocking me behind my back. I lost all the reputation that I made for years while working as a superior, someone they looked up to. Now, all of that is gone.

And it was because of this damn girl, Alina. She ruined me, ruined everything.

I knew she wasn't just his friend’s daughter. There was something more between them– something that was hidden in the secrets. And it wasn't just a normal employee relationship as Ryan never recommended anybody before this. Especially not a girl to hire. When he called me and told me about Alina’s CV I wanted to throw her out, tear her apart. I wanted to make it difficult for her, so she wasn't able to pass the interview but Ryan denied it. He made sure she passed it. I tried to pretend that it didn't hurt me inside but it did. I wanted to be near him, near to his cabin, to be his secretary, to be close enough to breathe the same air, but he always denied, always kept his distance from me, like we were strangers. Like we were nothing. And I hated it.

My mind was frustrated. My heart felt tightened. I have always loved Ryan. I’ve always wanted him. I won’t let anyone take him away from me–not even her. I don't care what I have to do but I can't lose him at any cost, even if I have to use any connection to make him mine. No matter what.

“Daughter,” my father called as he stepped inside the cabin and pulled me into a tight hug.

“Daddy… I wanted him,” I whispered, tears running down my face. I have loved Ryan from the first day I saw him. I had wanted him ever since. I have stalked every girl he was with and I made sure that no girl could charm him. But I never knew an eighteen year old was trying to ruin it.

“I know, my daughter. Don’t worry. He will be yours,” he said softly. His voice was calm, but it carried a promise. My father never lied to me. All my life, he had given me everything I asked for. Now, he would give me the greatest gift of all.

Ryan Parker, the man I was obsessed with,

“Please, Daddy. I love him,” I said, clinging to him.

“I know, daughter. I know,” he replied, stroking my hair. He had known about my obsession from the start. I had told him everything, and instead of anger, he smiled. He even said he was happy with my choice. He had always wanted Ryan to be his son-in-law.

“I’ve given you everything, my baby,” he murmured, patting my head gently. “I’ll give you to him too. You just need to wait a little.”

“You’re the best, Daddy,” I said, smiling through my tears. He wiped my tears and I saw a shine in his eyes–sharp and calculating like a spark. And in that instant, I knew he was already thinking of some ways to give Ryan to me. I knew my daddy would never disappoint me.

Alina pov

I sat in my cabin, trying to focus on my work. But the sting on my chin wouldn't let me forget. Her nails had dug into my skin so hard that it had left some marks behind– red, raw marks that still burned, hurting me.

“Ms Easton,” a voice said. I looked up and saw Mr Parker standing at the door, holding a small first aid box in his hand.

I immediately stood up, lowering my eyes on the floor. His presence had some effects on me, deep and dark that every time I looked at him, I couldn't take my eyes away. The obsession inside me had taken me to the next level. I was jealous and infuriated, when people were calling Ms Katherine as the future lady. Some people even said that they were childhood sweethearts.

He walked in and sat down across from me. His presence filled the room with his cologne.

“You shouldn't let others hurt you,” He said quietly, his voice almost soft. My heartbeat stopped for a second when my eyes fell on him. He opened the box and picked up the ointment, moving closer to me. My left was about to give up, as his face was inches apart from my body. Closer than it ever was.

His fingers touched my skin and it brought goosebumps all over my body. He gently dabbed the ointment on my skin. My breath was uneven, my heartbeat became stronger as he moved closer to my face, lips inches apart and I remember the night I was drunk and I saw a dream, a dream of those pink lips kissing me hard and rough, his strong arms, holding me tightly like a treasured doll.

“You are hurt,” he said, his voice low. “You shouldn't let her touch your beautiful skin,” He traced his fingers on my skin, bringing shivers to my body. I tried to control, not to moan, not to throw myself in his arms. His touch wasn't small, but wasn't soft but possessive.

“I don't like seeing you like this,” he murmured. I looked up to him. His eyes met mine and I saw his eyes filled with anger and darkness. His breath was so close, warm against my skin.

“Next time, if anybody tries to hurt you, don't stand there…fight for yourself…Alina,” He said, and put some distance between us. I nodded my head, my words stuck in my throat. My name from his mouth was like music to my ears.

He walked to the door and then he was gone. I stood there frozen, unable to think, what actually happened.