Daddy's Little Angel

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Ryan pov

“One glass of bourbon,” I told the bartender.

My mind kept replaying the scene like a live movie that I couldn’t turn off. Alina was smiling, laughing with another man that wasn’t me. Heat flared under my skin; I hated that man for looking at her. I wanted to kill him instantly, but first she needed to learn her lesson. I had already warned her what's coming for her. It would be more dangerous than she was thinking, worse than her imagination.

I am not a sweet talker, I talk with authority.

I command.

“Drinking alone, handsome,” a voice purred, breaking my thoughts. A girl leaned close, fingers shimming my trousers, eyes hooded as she offered herself in a practised smile. She bent forward, showing me her cleavage.

“Not interested,” I pushed her away. No other woman had ever charmed me, affected me like Alina. From the first day she entered my office she had locked my mind and refused to leave.

The girl left with a sulky laugh and I couldn't stop myself from drinking.

One glass became two, then three.

The night crawled deeper, swallowing what was left of the day, but I wanted to drink more, forgetting every thought, every image, to shut my mind.

I looked around, everything around me started to get blurring.

I was drunk but it always makes me feel alive, where I can share any emotion I want, even pain.

“Sir, are you alright?” The bartender asked.

“One more glass,” I murmured, my tongue heavy, the words collapsing on themselves.

“Shall I call somebody for help sir,” the bartender asked, his voice full of concern.

“One more glass,” I barked hard. I don't need anybody.

“Shall I call someone for you, sir?” He asked once again. I nodded.

Offcourse I needed only one person to be there with me, Alina.

“Call her,” I whispered, taking out my phone with trembling hands. The screen lit up, as I brought my phone out and her name lit up. I called her.

Alina pov

I was on a video call with Olivia and Emma. Their faces glowed with excitement to know what happened between me and Mr Parker.

“So, he was about to kiss you and then just ran away,” Olivia asked in an excited tone. I nodded silently.

“s**t…I never thought Mr Parker, the man who could make the world bow to his feet, could be so shy,” Emma laughed hard, her voice echoing through the call. My smile froze as my screen lit up with a missed call from Mr Parker.

“I will call you back,” I muttered and ended the call. My pulse quickened as I dialed his number.

“Hello,” came a voice — but it wasn’t his

“Who are you?” I demanded

“Hello…he is drunk,” the man replied, his tone uneasy.

“Where is he? I am coming” I said.

“At the bar in hotel Washington square,”

That was the hotel we were staying in.

I didn't wait for a second and immediately changed my clothes and hurried downstairs, heart pounding in my chest. The hallway lights flickered as I asked the way to the bar area.

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat. I looked around, and caught him in the corner, sitting farther from the crowd, sleeping on the table, like a forgotten corpse in the dim light. I went towards him.

The bartender handed me his phone and left in the dark.

I thanked him and looked at Mr Parker, who was smiling in his sleep like he was seeing a beautiful dream. I reached out and tapped on his shoulder.

“Mr Parker," I called softly.

He didn't respond.

I tried calling him once again, firmer this time, “Mr Parker,”

His eyes immediately snapped open, looking at me devoid of any emotion. Before I could think anything and stepped back, his finger moved, pressing a finger to my lips.

“Shh,”

Then he pulled me closer, closer to his warm body, his hard chest, so that I could smell his scent that was mixed with alcohol. He buried his face into my shoulder.

My mind couldn't register this. My heart was in turmoil.

“Mr Parker, can you walk?" I asked, my hands trembling but there was no voice from the other side. I slipped his heavy arms over my shoulder, my hands gripped his waist tightly. His weight crashed down to me– a giant almost double my size. He murmured something, unable to detect as I dragged him out of the bar and was already out of breath. My lungs burned, my body shook and still I clung to him.

“Alina,” He slowly opened his eyes and for a brief second our eyes met. My heart stopped beating, the sound of my name on his lips froze everything, and there was something I had never imagined, emotions.