Take Me Daddy: Unholy Devotion

Are You At A Party?

Melissa's POV

"Please, give us a chance. I really want us to bond," he stuttered, struggling between words as he breathed.

For a brief second, I just stared at him.

Bond?

The word felt strange. Out of place. Like something that should have existed years ago, not now when everything already felt too late.

A taxi pulled up in front of me, the tires screeching slightly against the road. Without sparing him another glance, I opened the door and slipped inside quickly, like I was escaping something that might pull me back if I hesitated.

"Damn him!" I snapped in frustration, throwing myself against the seat.

The driver glanced at me through the rear view mirror, his eyes briefly meeting mine, as if trying to understand what kind of storm had just entered his car.

"What?" I snapped, my voice sharp as I caught him looking.

"Sorry, ma. I just wanted to make sure you're okay," he said calmly.

"I'm okay! I'm not mad yet!" I shouted, running my fingers through my hair in frustration, gripping it slightly as if that would help release the pressure building inside my head.

But I wasn’t okay. Not even close.

My chest felt tight, like something was sitting heavily inside it, refusing to move. My thoughts were loud, scattered, crashing into each other without making sense.

I regret it. I regret looking for him.

The thought came suddenly, louder than everything else. I swallowed hard, turning my face slightly toward the window as the city lights blurred past us.

I feel like this is going to open up things I buried for a reason… things I wasn’t ready to face yet.

I haven't even figured out the mess I already have in my life, and now this… this feels like something bigger, something heavier. Something that could pull everything apart if I’m not careful.

My fingers curled slightly on my lap. And the worst part? A tiny, quiet part of me still wanted something from him.That was what made it even more frustrating.

I closed my eyes briefly, exhaling slowly, trying to steady myself. I don’t even know how my mom will feel if I tell her. That thought alone made my stomach twist.

I’m sure she’ll be angry. Maybe not just at him… but at me too. Or maybe disappointed. And I don’t know which one would hurt more.

I leaned my head back slightly against the seat, staring blankly ahead. I don’t even know if telling her is the right thing to do.

Nothing about this feels right.

"We are here, ma'am," the driver said, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. I blinked, adjusting back to reality.

I opened the car door and stepped out slowly, my body feeling heavier than usual, like I was carrying more than just myself.

I slipped a few notes onto the front seat without saying anything and shut the door behind me.

The house stood quiet, almost too quiet.

"Welcome, ma," the chief maid greeted politely.

I didn’t respond.

Not because I wanted to be rude… but because I didn’t have the energy to form words. I just walked past her and headed straight upstairs to my room.

The moment I got in, I shut the door and locked it behind me.

Finally, there is silence.

I stood there for a few seconds, just staring into nothing, letting everything settle or at least trying to.

Then I slowly began to undress, my movements mechanical, almost absent-minded. I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

The water hit my skin immediately: cold, sharp, unforgiving.

I didn’t adjust it.

I needed that.

I needed something that could cut through everything I was feeling. I stood there under the water, letting it run over my face, my shoulders, my chest, washing over me like it was trying to strip something away.

But it didn’t. Nothing changed. The thoughts were still there. The feeling was still there.

After a while, I stepped out, wrapping a bathrobe around my body. My skin felt cooler, calmer, but inside, nothing had settled.

I walked to the mirror and sat down slowly. For a moment, I just stared at my reflection.

My eyes looked tired. Not physically.

Emotionally. Like they had seen too much in such a short time.

I reached for my skincare products and began applying them slowly, gently, almost like I was trying to take care of something fragile.

Maybe myself.

After that, I slipped into a satin nightgown, letting it fall softly over my body.

I reached for my phone and dialed Alissa’s number. She picked up almost immediately.

"Thank God you are alive! Where the hell have you been, Maliessa? Your mom and I have been sick with worry about you," she said without pausing.

A small smile spread across my lips despite everything. It felt good. Knowing someone cared like that.

"I'm sorry I made you worry. How have you been?" I asked, my voice softer now.

"I'm good. So, you’re not going to tell me what you’ve been up to?" she asked.

I hesitated.

The words sat at the back of my throat, but I didn’t let them out. I wasn’t ready.

"Was just chilling and trying to think alone," I replied. Even to me, it didn’t sound convincing.

"Okay… I’ll let the lying dog sleep," she said lightly. "Have you called your mom?"

I let out a small breath, grateful she didn’t push further.

"No, I’ll call her now," I said.

We ended the call, and I immediately dialed my mom’s number. It rang. No answer. I frowned slightly and tried again.

This time, she picked up.

"Hello, Mom," I said, but I couldn’t hear anything clearly.

There was noise in the background: loud, chaotic.

"Mom, are you at a party?" I asked, my brows narrowing slowly.