Yes Daddy, I Do (R18)

8

Shortly after work, I get into the Range Rover that Nate has made available to me and ask the driver to drive me to the company's main building.

I kept thinking about the best way to explain Nate to my sister, and I decided to blast it straight to her face. We've always said everything to each other, no matter what the boys were, and while Nate is nothing like any of my exes, I still don't want to hide it from my sister so she can find out later from a tabloid press.

"Mr Vance has already left the building, Mrs Hamilton," Christine says to me at reception, and I suddenly feel embarrassed.

"Has my sister left yet?" I ask, ignoring what she said.

"No.", I nod and make my way to the elevators when I get a message.

What are you doing in the office? -N

I sigh and don't bother asking how he got my number and how he knows I'm with the company.

I need to talk to Flora. I won't stay long.

I write back and hit the twentieth floor.

Somehow I'm very nervous and my palms are sweating. My stomach cramps and I can hardly breathe. I'm afraid of her reaction and even if I don't let her tell me anything, she'll try to talk me out of it, I know her too well for that. And then when it escalates into a fight, I don't know what I'll look like when I leave the office.

Be careful. -N

The message appears like a message from God on my mobile phone display and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Can you pick me up?

Maybe he has something more important to do, after all he was out of the office when I got there.

Naturally. Do you want me to come up to your office?

In seconds his answer comes.

That's up to you. See you soon.

I put my phone in my pocket and take another deep breath as the doors open and I see my sister's tall figure in black pants and a blue shirt from afar.

I probably look like I just got out of bed next to her, but I love this outfit and since I don't have a dress code in my job, I don't care.

I knock on her door and immediately her head bangs away from the white wall, towards me.

"Bambi, what a lovely surprise!" she exclaims, giving me her real smile and not that toothpaste commercial grin.

"Hey, Flora, do you have a few minutes for me?" I ask nervously, breaking away from the tight hug. Her gaze suddenly turns deadly serious just as her eyes darken even further and her stance goes from aggressive to combative.

This can only go wrong.

We sit down on the leather couch in the corner of her office and it takes me a few moments before I can begin anything.

"I'm dating Nathaniel Vance," I say quickly, not meeting her eyes. However, when I look up, her expression speaks volumes.

"What does something mean, Sophia?! Do you guys have a relationship, just f**k each other, PR stunt?? When the hell did this even develop?!", she hisses angrily and suddenly stands in front of me on her long legs.

"It's still evolving, Flora. And that's how it has been for the past week," I mumble shyly.

"He's 27, Sophia and you're 22. He's even richer than Dad and has too much power! That's not possible." She says sternly and looks at me angrily with her brown eyes.

"I didn't ask your permission, Flora," I reply defiantly and get up too.

"Excuse me?" comes her voice and her look seems surprised; she also seems almost speechless.

"I'm old enough to decide who I'm dating. I'm interested in Nate and I won't let anyone ruin that," I say, meeting her gaze. "Old enough?? I'm almost the same age as him and have no idea what I'm going to do with my life but this man, Sophia, has his whole life planned out, so a little affair doesn't fit into his schedule.", grumbles look at me

"We're not having an affair!" I snap, angry at the way she's putting Nate and I in a bad light.

"So you think, but what are you to him? A little pastime before he goes back to his wife. He'll hurt you and you'll see I was right. Do what you think is right, dear, my door is always open if he ignores you."

Those are her last words before I leave the office in total despair. When I get to the elevators, I can really feel my power running out.

He is married.

He has a wife and I had no idea.

Right now, I'm feeling sloppy. A disgusting slut who hits on a married man.

The feeling slowly taking over my body is destroying me and I'm about to throw up.

He touched me, claimed I was the most valuable thing he had and yet he has a wife. How could he lie to me and how the hell could I believe every word he said? Why wasn't there anything on the internet about this marriage and what do I do now if anyone else besides Mrs Vance saw me get out of their car? What do you think his employees think of me and how am I supposed to explain this to my father?

I slide down the elevator wall and bury my face in my hands to avoid the shame and humiliation.

When the elevator stops, I'm really convinced that fate is just not kind to me.

Green crystals shine towards me and within seconds his rock-hard facial expression changes. Concern and uneasiness spread across the beautiful facial features. He extends his hand to me and when I see it, I can't hold back the tears any longer.

He touched me, lied to me, and fooled me.

Well, that's what I get when I have the word "naive" written on my forehead. The words he whispered to me this afternoon seem totally insulting because probably not even one of them was meant seriously.

I'm even more ashamed because I cry in front of him, but at some point a person's power ends and I've gotten to that point.

"Sophia, what happened??" Nate asks, totally overwhelmed, walking alongside me as I get up and exit the elevator without his help.

"You're married!" I yell, stopping abruptly.

My sadness is now turning into anger and if that goes well...

Nate's face is losing all color and now I know it's true and I can hardly breathe. I let a married man finger me. Gosh, he buried his face between my legs and saw me almost completely naked.

Somebody get the tattoo with the word "b***h" so it can get behind the "naive".

"Sophia, it's not what you think it is," he says once he's recovered.

"So you're not married?" I ask, swallowing, again too close to tears.

"Yes, but-", "You touched me and I trusted you. I knew it was a mistake and everyone said you would hurt me. I would have preferred to keep my hands off you. But you haven't either If I hadn't, if I found a naïve slut who gets horny at the sound of my voice, I'd take advantage of that too." I hiss at him, unable to explain how angry and disappointed I am am from him.

"Sophia, let me finish," he commands, and I have an urge to do it at first, but then it occurs to me that he has a wife to boss around.

"No. Leave me alone and go f**k your wife. She's probably beautiful and a great person and you're cheating on her with someone like me. Don't you love her?"

"Damn, Sophia!" he suddenly hisses and grabs my wrists.

"She cheated on me and that's why we broke up. I've already filed for divorce and she's been living in Chicago for almost six months. I've never loved her on top of that. It was a purely formal marriage with s****l activity. She is one callous w***e who firstly only wanted my last name and secondly isn't anywhere near as beautiful as you. She had a cold heart and was just plain bad through and through. I had to marry her or her father's company would have gone bust. I want only you. Please believe me.", he says and the grip on my hands loosens.

One of his large hands slides to my cheek and wipes away the tears before he kisses my forehead and calmness slowly settles in my body again.

"You don't have anything to do with her anymore?" I ask, sniffling.

"She only has to give my last name back and then I have nothing to do with her anymore.", he replies and looks at me relieved.

"Why didn't you tell me before, Nate?", "Because I didn't want you to see her as competition and make you feel even more self-doubting. You're so beautiful, my butterfly.Please, listen to yourself with other women just because I went to an event with them once." Nate breathes, kissing my neck and slowly leading me out of the building.

I look into his eyes, lean into his chest and sigh. My throat hurts and I feel very weak from crying and this disgusting aftertaste.

"You just want to f**k me, right?" I ask, stroking his crotch.

"Only you," he moans softly in my ear, gently stroking my bare waist and sighing loudly.

"I hope so for you, Nate, because I don't like to share. Jealousy is my middle name and I know you like it when I own you the way you own me," I say, pulling him on his hand to his car.

The fear that I will react even more brutally to something worse drives me crazy, but fate knows how much I can take and where my limits are and I entrust my life to it.

Sometimes you just have to say yes to things that just happen.