Call Me Daddy

You Feel It Too

Amelia's POV

Imagine rushing into Coby's arms because another man turned me on. It's f****d up. It's stupid, it's unacceptable. I felt like I was cheating on him already.

So of course I ran to him. Maybe it's because I just came back into the state and I haven't been laid for a while, so I got confused.

That's what I thought until I slept with him a couple of times throughout the night and only got satisfied when I touched myself in the bathroom hours later, to that weird man's voice and face.

This too shall pass. As long as I don't act on it, it shall pass.

Dad didn't listen to me when I said I wanted to work for him, not Uncle Dane. I can't be around that man. Did he douse me in lust potion without my knowledge of what?

I've never even found a man with his build attractive. He's such a big ass man, and a build like that terrified me and made me feel so small. Don't even get me started on how getting pinned by such a build increased my heart rate in serious fear, but thinking about him in that setting was different because I didn't feel fear.

I felt…wet. Dripping, soaking.

It shocked me.

I've not been having such a great time at work by the way. He's an asshole.

He didn't give me a private office like I was hoping, and I thought I was at least grateful for it until he started coming to our office to give us orders himself. Old workers in the company said it was unlike him, unusual even.

He targeted me. He gave me ridiculous chores. I hate him. I hate how aware he makes me feel. I hate the way he looks at me even in a room full of people. I hate how bothered I was by him. I hate how my body reacted to him.

It's been a week now, and at this point I don't know what the hell is going on. I've touched myself countless times, countless is even an understatement. I've become haunted by his voice, his eyes, like they are constantly watching me, cheering me on until I come apart hard in the bathroom.

Any excuse to piss me off while seducing me, he was certainly taking.

Today was supposed to be such a great day, until I found out Coby was busy cheating on me. I tried not to act surprised, but it kind of hurt, considering the amount of men I rejected in Cleveland because of him.

He dared to come to my office when he realized that I found out.

“I don't know. You're too rich, too out and about. It's…I'm just tired. Plus, I really can't handle you. You think I don't know I don't satisfy you? How you go to the bathroom to touch yourself after we f**k? It's embarrassing. It always hurts my pride.”

That was his excuse, and it completely threw me off. So he knew I was never satisfied?

“Wow. That's interesting.” I was completely speechless, but I was handling it well, apparently, and obviously that pissed him off.

“Exactly my point. What do you even care about? I'm sorry for cheating, but it's over.”

Then he stormed off.

I just smiled because no way I'm bawling in front of my office. When I turned around, I saw Uncle Dane standing, watching, seemingly bored as hell.

He saw all that. Well, just great. Why was he even out here? I was dying of silent embarrassment, after all my boyfriend just broke up with me after cheating on me. At least give me the decency to initiate the break up goddammit!

I walked past, but he followed behind me.

I wanted to ignore him, but of course he's just full of s**t.

“Amelia, my office, now.” Then he started heading to his private elevator.

I rolled my eyes. I wanted to take off my heels and aim it at his head. Shockingly, I was fine after that breakup. Whatever.

I took the general elevator and the man was already well seated behind his desk as I walked in without knocking because like, what is he going to do?

He said nothing for the first minute. He just kept staring at me, caging me, daring me to pretend like I didn't know what had been going on between us. Eventually I just snapped. f**k him.

“I know what you're doing.”

There we go. That sickening smirk, the one that turned me on. It instantly formed on his face. I took a step back when he rose from his seat, in his full glory, and he towered above me from where he stood, and I had to look up at him.

Again, I felt small and ridiculously…wet.

“Of course you know. You're a smart girl.”

He reached for my face and grabbed my jaw, and I froze. He touched me. He actually touched me. I swallowed, my body instantly betraying me because I just stood there.

“It's not going to work. It's not happening.” I still stood my ground, so sure of myself, but apparently he didn't share the same sentiment. At least now he's confirmed what he truly wanted from me.

“Sure. We'll see about that, Amelia.” He let go of me and shockingly, I was the least happy about the lack of contact.

“Call me Millie.”

Only him could make my name sound so erotic. I couldn't let him keep mentioning it but again, he had other plans.

“Are you leaving, Amelia?” His eyes bored into my soul as he refused to listen to me.

This freaking bastard was getting on my nerves. I turned around to leave, already heading to the door in anger when he spoke, causing me to stop in my tracks, have my hairs stand on end as goosebumps attacked my body.

"I can make you feel better than a little boyfriend.”

I instantly turned around and looked at him. He's getting bolder. Would I survive if I encouraged him any further from this moment on?

“You're my boss.” I choked out. Apparently I was losing control, bit by bit.

He should see reason. He should stop this.

“I'm not trying to be your boss, Amelia, quit those shitty games with me. You f*****g know what I want with you.” He then left his desk and stalked towards me until he was standing right in front of me, and the only thing separating us was MY last shred of self control.

“This is a professional environment.” I whispered rather hopelessly. He had me pinned against the wall.

His brows furrowed and I saw something erratic pass through his blackened eyes.

“And so f*****g what? I'm not allowed to f**k my employee?”

I shook my head. If only he would step away so I could f*****g breathe from all this cornering.

“No, I'm your business partner's daughter.”

“f**k my business partner. I want you.”

His hot breath fanned my face. If I survive this, I can survive anything. When I raised my head up and dared look into his face, I saw nothing but pure lust. There's no telling what would happen if I brought my lips to his right now, but I knew it would leave me looking abused. I didn't want to find out.

I saw it just then. The s****l rage. The man was burning…to have me. It consumed me, then it scared me. I should run. Or maybe I should walk right in.

My thoughts conflicted. I'm crazy to want this.

He touched me again, pulling me even close to him with a hand on my jaw, and his hands soon moved to my throat. He wrapped his hand around and squeezed.

The worst thing that happened was me responding, my eyes rolling to the backs of their sockets, a tiny moan escaping my lips. Apparently that was all he needed to confirm.

“Yeah. You're just like me. You will enjoy me.” He looked entranced like he was already seeing it in the near future, us breaking boundaries. Dad would kill me.

I shook my head vigorously.

“No, no. No–”

I forced myself away from him and reached for the door, but I barely made it before I was pulled back.

“Come here you little girl.” He pulled me into a tight hug, and made sure his cologne assaulted my nostrils. He made me full of him. I'm so f*****g wet Jesus Christ.

“You feel it too.” He whispered as he locked me in his grip.

“I don't feel anything.” I spat, making sure to stand my ground until the very end.

“Fine. Get out of my office.” Then he just pushed me away like I was worth less than the dirt underneath his shoes.

I broke into a run, sobbing for reasons I couldn't explain as I ran out.

I just ran and ran and ran.