Call Me Daddy

I'm Not Interested

Dane’s POV

I don't even f**k little girls, I've never been attracted, so tell me where this unhealthy obsession is coming from. It scares me too.

Daniel will kill me, but I have to pin his little princess down, f**k that sassy mouth out of her and make her a good girl for me. I have to expel all this sudden s****l frustration deep inside her. It's a sickening need at this point.

But most importantly, I want her to call me Daddy, not him. The fantasy is beyond me. I'm so jealous of him. I want her to ask me for anything, not him. I want to get her anything she wants, not him.

I want her to be my intern just so I can have easy access to her in my office during working hours and worship her in ways that will leave her breathless. My latest fixation, Amelia Wright.

Except, my surname is Wright. She will be mine.

No, her father didn't make her the best graduating student. I did.

She was the second best, but she's just as good as the first. Who cares when there's money to make things go my way?

Honestly, I've only met her a couple times with him and didn't give a flying f**k about her, but that was it until last year.

I visited Cleveland for a function she attended with her friend. She also represented Daniel too. She does cool stuff like that. It was a high key event so I obviously didn't stand out, but she did since remember, she had to represent her father.

She wore a red dress, and that dress is now the root of all my problems. The way it hugged her curves, even though she was dressed mildly appropriately. I spotted her and just remained rooted to the spot.

I was instantly infatuated, but of course I accidentally let it grow as I kept watching and monitoring her throughout that function, and the after party where she wore something shorter. I soon forgot my purpose of attending the function and I ignored everybody else.

The need to approach her and take her away from the very familiar gazes of other men she didn't even notice all had eyes on her in that party, was overpowered by my need to have her all to myself at the right time. She made me a f*****g plotter.

I will not be leaving her alone, so if she's disgusted by me, she should keep it up.

Up until this moment, I've been eyeing the f**k out of her, encouraging Daniel to bring his daughter right to me, except I'm taking it a step further: My bed.

After the meeting, Daniel walked me right to the door after Amelia simply walked out of the meeting. How stubborn, how c**k stirring.

I grinned.

She was right outside by the porch, on her phone, wearing pants and a camisole. The camisole provided a perfect, generous view of her t**s, and she wore her hair down. She's breathtaking.

I couldn't ignore her and not f*****g talk to her as we were alone.

“Why aren't you inside? It's cold out here, and you're not properly dressed.”

She didn't respond. She took one look at me and continued using her phone like I was barely there. Nobody disrespects me.

Except her, apparently.

I tried again.

“Walking out on the meeting was a pretty immature thing to do. I'm guessing you don't like me.”

“I don't know you well enough to like you or not, especially after tonight. You're weird and you make me uncomfortable, that's all.”

Wow. Just uncomfortable. I was thinking something worse. This is great progress.

She shrugged her shoulders and kept using her phone. I wanted to take that phone out of her hands and throw it right into the road. What's so special about that damn phone that she can't pay attention to me?

“In a good or bad way?”

“Bad. Very bad way. I'm not interested in working in your company if that's alright.”

Fuck.

“No, it's not alright.” I shook my head. I didn't even bother pretending about it.

Of course she didn't care.

“That's too bad for you then. I'm guessing you're on your way?”

I just smiled to myself. Yeah, I'm not letting her go now. Nothing more fascinating than mean, tiny, disobedient women.

I walked away and was just about to drive off when I saw her sneak out of the house.

I followed her because even though I have a job, I also have fantasies.

The girl has such beautiful, pullable hair. I've imagined it wrapped around my fists more times than I've ever breathed.

Her full red lips, I just knew they would be the softest thing I would ever feel the very moment I take her, because I will, and it will be with her consent of course.