Daddy's Princess

Endure

Daddy and my father had scheduled our engagement party 3 days from today. Only today did I realize that this is really happening, he and I will get married. 

To be honest, I don't know if I'm ready. But it's not like I'm at a disadvantage because right now, things between Adam and I are going smoothly. I know it's still too early to tell, I only knew him for a couple of weeks but within those weeks, I feel like the character he's showing me, the daddy dominant that he is is what he truly is if what he said was true—about turning back from this lifestyle 2 years ago because he was meeting and going back to it without like he didn't have a 2-year break from it so easily, even guiding me to things I should be doing what kind of little he wants me to be— slowly pulling me into this lifestyle.

Before leaving me for work, he instructed me to go to a particular boutique where he had already asked the designer to make a dress for me for the engagement party. Since I'll be going out alone, daddy had given me permission to drive one of his cars even if I could take a cab on my way there. He initially wanted someone to drive for me there be he eventually agreed on lending me his car. I saw his cars at the parking lot in the building's basement when he and I went out on a dinner and those were the cars I only imagined seeing in movies.

He had also given me a little black card so I could buy all the things I need while I'm out. He was a bit apologetic since he couldn't accompany me, but it's fine for me. If he lets me go out alone, it means he trusts me.

When I arrived at the said boutique, the designer was already waiting for me. She showed me an unfinished tailored piece of the dress my daddy chose for me and lets me try it on while showing me a beautiful sketch of it. She made a few adjustments with the measurements even if it felt like the dress already fit me well.

To be honest, the designer is really pretty. She had an angelic face and long raven hair. Her skin glistened with the light and is white as milk. She even made my heart skip a beat whenever her face comes close to mine.

She told me she only came back to Los Angeles as a favor to my daddy. 

"You're really lucky to be engaged with Mr. Duncan," She said, smiling softly as she puts a pin the side of the dress.

"Do you know him? I mean, of course, you know him... I mean like personally?" I asked.

"Yes. We were acquainted. He's such a gentleman, and he will never make you feel like you're in a different class of people even if his presence, his aura alone screams exactly the opposite. He keeps his feet down to earth... and he's very gentle..." she stated on an endearingly which made me feel like there are some feelings involved, especially the look she had in her eyes. 

The expression she wore and the look in her eyes is like my father's whenever my mom is mentioned or whenever he's suddenly reminded of her. It's hatred and love at the same time. He was hurting. Only, this woman's expression is different, I could see love and regret.

I don't like this one bit.

"It sounded like you're not just acquainted with him," I muttered.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Brunner... I was just--"

"It's fine. Dad-" I stopped midsentence when I almost said the word daddy.

"Adam is indeed what you said he is. I totally agree with you." I continued...

I need to mind what I say in front of other people when I'm outside. I need to be careful of the words I chose especially when talking about daddy. 

However, she suddenly looked up to me and stood straight.

"If you don't mind me asking... you almost said daddy, didn't you?... are you his current little girl?" She asked sternly yet she was gentle about it.

I can't confirm this to anyone... I mean, yes it's true but our engagement will be made public in a few days and I can't embarrass my daddy like that.

I know very well that having this lifestyle is being frowned upon by many and it's not yet morally accepted by society even though most are already into it. Needless to say, most of us are ashamed to admit being into some sort of b**m lifestyle.

But she knew about his kink?

"What do you mean little girl? I was supposed to say my dad-my father told me so." I replied, trying to make up an excuse.

"Oh... no, forget what I said, Ms. Brunner. Forgive me." She stated sheepishly and she resumes to work with my dress.

"Tell me what you know about him. I'll be married to him soon so I wanna know what kind of man I'm tying myself with." I asked.

I just wanted to know what she knows and who she is to him. Howcome she knew about that intimate detail about him. Of course, not everyone knows about his lifestyle for it may cause issues and degradation to his name and company. Not everyone is proud of their lifestyle, especially when they're someone well known.

"Please forget what I asked." She pleaded, looking worried.

"If you're in my position you'll also want to know what kind of man he is, right? Please help me out..." I pleaded, touching her hand.

She then stood straight once again and sighed out loud.

"I called Mr. Duncan daddy a couple of years ago. He has a dominant that preferred to be called 'daddy'... are you familiar with that, ma'am?" She politely asked.

My breath hitches on her revelation. This beautiful woman had s****l relations with him and he asked her personally to make me a dress for our engagement party... How could he do that to me?

I nodded in response to her but kept quiet as I waited for her to continue.

"As far as I know, I'm supposed to be his last little but of course, I wouldn't know if he took in a new little after me. The last time we spoke before he let me go as his little; he talked about you... I wanted to stay because I've fallen too hard for him but then, he mentioned your name... he says he needs to stop for you." She smiled even if the pain is evident in her eyes.

"But don't mind me, Ms. Brunner. What's between us is all in the past. All we have now is a pure business relationship. I can't refuse him when he asks favors like making a suit for him and now... well, making a dress for his fiancé." She added, holding back tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. You have to endure this..." I apologized, holding her hand. I didn't like this situation one bit but I also felt jealous that this girl had a relationship with my daddy and only God knows deep that relationship was.

What if daddy also loves her?

What if he just let her go because of business reasons... and not for me.

They still see each other since she mentioned of favors...

She touches my daddy's body when she makes suits for him...

What if?...

"I'm fine, ma'am. Don't let what I said get into you. He's a good man. And you're really lucky... I envy you... that is all." She said this in a soft, shaky voice as tears started falling from her eyes.  And then, she continues to fix my dress.

I feel like my heart was being tortured at the moment for feeling both apologetic and incredibly jealous of what I don't know between her and my daddy.

It took half an hour for her to finish the adjustment on my dress and promises to have it delivered to our home in 2 days.

It had been only a couple of weeks since I met daddy. The feelings I have right now overwhelmed me. I feel incredibly jealous despite not being sure of my own feelings for him. I know daddy and I had taken our physical relationship to another level and it helps in making me forget the bad memories. But he and that woman shared 2 years together... and he and I are a couple of weeks old. 

How am I going to compete with that?

I'm not willing to share him with anyone else. 

And I'm also willing to reserve myself only for him. I am ready to forget my past for him. 

As I was getting out of the boutique in deep thought, someone suddenly calls out my nickname...

"Mia?!" 

I quickly turn my head and smiled instantly as soon as I've laid eyes on her. I've missed her so much. I'm such a jerk for shutting them all out after the incident at the restaurant.

I never replied and have always declined my friends' calls and messages since that day. I even set their numbers on auto-decline just to get away from my past and move on with my current life. 

"Oh my God, Mia! Where have you been?!" She exclaimed as he hastens towards me and hugged me immediately.

"I'm sorry, Jennie." I apologized, trying to hold back my tears.

Jennie is a good friend. She and Damon were on the same group of friends and they know each other way back in high school. I became friends with her after being Damon's girlfriend.

Whenever she knew Damon and I were not in good terms, she does not take sides right away. She always listens to each party before she judges who she'll side with... but even if I'm in the wrong... she comforts me.

However, she doesn't know what Damon does to me when we're left at home whenever we had a fight.

All she knew is that he is a soft, sweet boy...  like how I knew him before he started hurting me.

Jennie then invited me for coffee since she said she can't let me go without understanding what happened between Damon and me.

I told her about Adam—about him saving me from my father but I left Damon's case out. I knew she wouldn't believe me if I tell what he did to me for such a long time. I just let her believe that I'm the bad guy and left him for Adam as my father wanted in the first place.

"He's been a total wreck without you, Mia..." she stated before sipping on her cup of cold beverage. All I could do is look at her, though I feel like I've been a stab in my heart that my Damon suffers without me.

I've seen how he's like when I first left him.

I did leave him once in the past and no one could console him.

He was like my father... he seeks comfort from alcohol. When he's at home, he would destroy everything his hand touches just to let his loneliness and anger out.

I took him back because he begged me and promises to change. And for years, I've held on to his promise... 

Because I love him.

But unfortunately, it never happened and I became one of the things he vents his anger and jealousy out on.

"You can't leave him just like that. Please, just end it peacefully with him...." she added as she puts her cup down.

I can't tell her I'm afraid to see him. I'm afraid I can't escape him, I'm afraid of myself falling for him once more now that I'm finally happy with someone else who's gentle and kind.

"I don't know what that Adam did to you for you to leave Damon just like that... yeah, he saved you and all but Damon has done that too, right?" she scoffed.

"Jennie... Adam is a good man and our engagement has existed since I was fifteen."

"But do you love him? Are you ready to give up your love for Damon just for your asshole father's business' sake?" She rolled her eyes.

Do I love him? 

Do I love Adam?

I do love Damon but, Adam... he's my daddy... and I truly want my daddy.

But do I love him?

"It's not hard to fall for him," I answered.

It is indeed not hard to fall for him. I know I'm currently fond of him and I know I'll eventually fall.

"See? You're just doing this for your father." She stated.

"It's more than just that." I retorted back but she responded with a long exasperated sigh.

"It's hard to talk to you when you won't open up. If you're ready to talk, just tell me, okay? But in the meantime, you need to see Damon and end it so he could move on. I'm also his friend, I also want him to be happy even if I know how much he hurts."

She's right.

Even if things didn't go well between us, I have to end it with him so I won't worry anymore... 

so we could both move on.

Or so I thought...