Claimed by my Ex Husband's Dad

Chapter 9- Ready or Not

Sophie

My heart beat at marathon speed. I somehow managed to reach my office. I parked my car at the parking area and with trembling hands I grabbed my phone and opened the message.

‘Hey, how are you doing, baby girl?’

Fuck. What should I do, reply or just ignore his message and delete this fantasy app that was giving me a heart attack right now? Stop overreacting, Sophie.

I took a breath. Finally I typed a message.

I am fine, how about you, hoty.. wait, hoty? I deleted that stupid word fast and sent the remaining message. I waited, my fingers tapping against my phone case. His reply came right away.

‘I'm fine now, since you accepted my request and matched me back’. Something warm stirred in my chest. I sent him a smiley emoji, not trusting myself with actual words.

‘I hope you know I am 45, twice your age. Are you comfortable with that?’

I stared at that message for a moment. Was I comfortable? Honestly I didn't even have to think twice.

‘Yes, I know, and I'm okay with that’.

‘Then we'll set a date whenever you're comfortable and ready’.

I gulped. His next message came in just one second.

‘We'll talk tonight, baby girl. I have work now, I'm guessing you do too’.

‘Yes, okay’, I sent it back and closed my phone. My head rested against the back of my seat, my whole body felt like it was on fire. I sat there for a moment just breathing.

This was the first time in my entire life I was talking to a complete stranger, an older man — one I would probably spend a very sinful night with. And the terrifying part was, I wasn't even running away from that thought.

I finally stepped out of the car and walked inside to my cabin. A few minutes later Nick called me over so I went to his cabin and sat down in the chair across from his desk.

The room was empty — where the hell was he? Then the door clicked behind me and Nick stepped inside with that dominating energy he always carried around like a second suit.

"Good morning, Sophie."

"Morning, Nick. You called me this early, is everything alright?"

"Yeah." He loosened his tie slightly and sat down. "You know things are getting out of hand in the company. The board of directors has decided to bring in another director."

"Oh." I straightened in my chair.

"So what happens now? Is that even a good decision?"

He nodded slowly. "Right now it's the best one we have. I need to find the right investor.. someone who actually understands what we're building here."

We talked for a while, going back and forth about strategy, about numbers, about what the board expected. And just like that my entire day buried itself in work, meetings, emails, calls. I returned home tired as hell.

After some time my fingers found my phone without me even deciding to reach for it. I circled the screen slowly. Should I message him? Before I could even make up my mind his message popped up on its own and my heart jumped.

Dear Daddy: ‘I hope you don't sleep early’.

Me: ‘No, of course not.’

Dear Daddy: ‘So how was your day?’ I smiled without realizing it. We talked.. about work mostly. He was easy to talk to, made me feel comfortable and safe. He wasn't one of those creeps who jumped straight into s*x talk within the first five minutes.

Dear Daddy: ‘What is your deepest desire?’ I blushed so hard I pressed my phone against my chest for a second, god.

Me: ‘I don't have many, but... I just want an orgasm. One I've never actually had.’

I couldn't believe I typed that. I couldn't believe I sent it.

Dear Daddy: ‘Wait — are you saying you've never had real s*x?’

Me: ‘Yeah.’ There was a pause. Longer than his usual replies.

Dear Daddy: ‘Damn, baby girl. If that's the case, I'm glad. I'd love to give you your first orgasm. As many as you want.’

My entire face burned. Me: ‘So when are we meeting?’

Dear Daddy: ‘If you're comfortable, we could do this weekend — the special suite at Fantasy hotels, or my place. Whatever you prefer.’

I thought about it for only a second. At the other hotel, ID would be required. There would be people around. I didn't want anyone knowing anything about me or this night but at least I wouldn't be completely alone in an unfamiliar apartment with a man I had never met.

Me: ‘I think the fantasy’s special suite would be better.’

Dear Daddy: ‘Alright, I'll arrange a room for Sunday.’

Me: ‘Okay.’ A beat passed.

Dear Daddy: ‘Ready for your first orgasm?’

Everything inside me froze completely. s**t. Get a grip, Sophie. Don't be scared. You wanted this. You literally asked for this.

Me: ‘Yes.’

He sent a winked emoji. We wished each other goodnight and I set my phone down on the table beside me and just sat there in the quiet of my apartment, staring at nothing.

I lay in bed later with my eyes closed and my hand pressed flat against my chest. My heart still hadn't slowed down from the morning. One conversation and this man had already gotten under my skin in a way I hadn't expected.

He reminded me of the feeling Alexander had given me once, that pull toward someone older and certain and completely sure of themselves. I thought of Alexander because of him. I had first understood what it meant to want someone like that. And the most shocking thing?

Through all of it I had completely forgotten about James. I always believed I loved him deeply, that I couldn't survive a single day without him in my life. And here I was, completely fine. Like he had never existed. Great. After what he did, he didn't deserve a single emotion from me. Not one.

I checked the day. Sunday was two days away. I needed to prepare myself mentally, physically, and emotionally. There was no backing out now. My eyes grew heavy and soon the darkness pulled me under.

My alarm noise woke me up. The first thing I did was check my phone. Nothing. I got through my routine, got dressed, was almost ready to walk out the door when his message appeared.

A smile crept onto my face before I even finished reading it and I stood there in my hallway in my heels, grinning at my phone like an i***t. We talked again. Easy and unhurried the way it always seemed to be with him.

One thing I kept noticing — he never once pushed. He kept asking what I was comfortable with, circling back to it naturally, making sure.

He mentioned there was someone he had been trying to forget. I asked carefully if he was married. Divorced, he said, and something about the way he said it told me not to ask further.

When he asked about me I didn't tell him I was still technically a married woman. I knew it wasn't completely honest. But it also wasn't my fault that my cheating husband was refusing to sign the divorce papers and move on with whatever trash he had chosen over me.

I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was just living. Before I knew it the two days had gone. Tomorrow was Sunday. My mind and body were already fighting each other over it.

One part of me was nervous enough to cancel, to make up some excuse and disappear back into my safe quiet routine.

The other part..the rebel part me wanted to commit the sin. His message came while I was sitting on the edge of my bed. Dear Daddy: ‘Are you ready for tomorrow?’

Me: ‘Of course.’

Dear Daddy: ‘Take a deep breath. Everything will be fine, and you know we can cancel anytime if you're not comfortable.’

I stared at that for a moment. He always did that. Always left the door open. It made me trust him more than anything else he could have said.

Me: ‘How did you know I was nervous?’

Dear Daddy: ‘my Intuition.’ I laughed.

Me: ‘I'm not nervous. I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow.’ Of course a small lie, a small truth.

Dear Daddy: ‘Wear something sexy.’ The blush came instantly, rising up my neck and spreading across my face.

I closed my phone. So it was final. Tomorrow I am going, stepping outside every careful line I have ever drawn around myself.

I am looking forward to it.