Call Me Daddy
1149 Words
Sierra woke up at exactly six-thirty in the evening. She rubbed her eyes and stretched out herself on the bed to regain some sort of composure. Today was probably the longest she had slept all her life without having to think about her problems and why her life was miserable. Nora was finally okay and if everything goes according to plan then she would also be discharged soon. She felt like a huge burden had been lifted off her shoulders but at the back of her head, she knew that this happiness she was experiencing at the moment was short-lived. It just wasn't over yet.
The sudden reminder came with anguish and a little fear of the unknown. Shaking her head vigorously, she pushed the dreadful thoughts at the back of her head and left it there. She would bask herself in the present and leave the the things she couldn't control to the future.
Just as she was about to roll out of bed, her vibrating phone rang out, disrupting her movement. With furrowed brows, she reached out for it but hesitated when she saw that it was an unknown number that wasn't saved on her phone. At first, her mind went to that strange man but she brushed it off. She doesn't have his number and there's no way he could reach her too.
Curious, she slid the receive button and placed it to her ears. "H-Hello?"
Silence met her greetings. She knew that there was someone at the other end of the line because she could hear the calm but ragged breathing from the other end but she couldn't make out who it was. Her pulse suddenly raced and she felt her heartbeat accelerate. Was this a stalker? A prank phone call?
Whatever it was, why wasn't the person saying anything? She was already stressed out as it is so why try to add to it?
Seconds slowly turned into minutes and yet, the person still didn't respond. She was beginning to get scared now. Her life was already a one big rollercoaster so why does the ride only keep on getting worse?
Still reeling from shook, she mustered up courage to speak. "If you aren't going to say something then it's best that you don't call people. This isn't grand central station where you get to make prank phone calls simply because you feel like it." She rolled her eyes, her voice clipped in irritation.
She was about to disconnect the phone call when his deep yet familiar mascular voice resonated her ears through her phone.
"You shut the door on my surbodinate Piccola." Calm yet magnetic, she found herself swallowing a bile that had risen to her throat. Why does he sound scary but yet, enthralling? "That is not very nice, is it? Don't make me teach you how to be nice because i do it the hard way."
She blinked once, no twice. "You? How did you get my number Diavolo? You have no right to—"
"Daddy." He corrected her. "You don't get to call me by my first name. You are my pet so call me daddy because that's the only name I would accept from you Piccola."
She scoffed. "Don't you think that you're asking for too much? I won't call you that and it's rude to call someone without permission. You should at least ask first before scaring me like that."
"Say it." He pressed on, ignoring her remark and complaints but she clicked her tongue. There's no way in hell she'd call him that and there's nothing he can do about it. He was far away from her at the moment so she wouldn't give in to his mindless demands no matter what.
"I'm not calling you that." She stood her ground firmly.
Pushing herself out of the bed, she walked towards her door and unlocked it. "You might as well do something else rather than force me to call you by that name. Have a great day." She disconnected the phone and threw it on the bed before stepping into the living room but just as she was about to make her way into the kitchen, she bumped into a huge wall.
"Sergio, you—" Her breath hitched and her whole body came to a frozen standstill when she locked eyes with the masked person that she had just bumped into. For a moment there, he didn't say anything and neither did she.
"Y-You?" She stuttered. Her brain at a loss of words. He had told her that he would be back home in two days time so what exactly was he doing here? In her house?
"Not so fiesty now are you?" He teased with a mocking grin that didn't reach his eyes. He always gave an illusion that he was smiling when he wasn't. As a matter of fact, she had noticed that he never smiles.
"...he might as well go to hell for all i care. It's not like he can show up in my bedroom and force me to pick up the damn phone so leave me the f**k alone..." He repeated her exact same words just like she had said them. "That was what you said, wasn't it?"
"W-What are you doing here? I mean...i...i um...i didn't mean it like that." She lied through her teeth as she mentally slapped herself. She shouldn't have said that but then again, she didn't know that he would show up in her house unannounced to surprise her in this manner so how could she have known. She needed to stop underestimating this man.
Her eyes wandered around her apartment briefly and she saw his men littered around her tiny space like flies just like they were last time.
"You said that you would be back in two days." She stated the obvious. That's what he told her earlier so why was he here? Now? "I'm not ready to go with you. I've not packed my things and—"
"You don't need them." He answered almost immediately. "You'll be naked most of the time so why do you need clothes? And if you do which i doubt that you will, we can always get whatever you want."
"I called to speak with you because i wanted to tell you to get ready but you blatantly ignored my calls and assaulted my surbodinate so now, you don't have any choice left but to do as i ask." He informed her. He located the nearest couch and lowred himself on it.
Glancing at his watch, he returned his gaze to her. "Pick up whatever you'll need in the next thirty minutes because you're spending the night at my mansion, precisely on my bed and i don't want to repeat myself for the second time." He warned and deep down, she knew that he wasn't joking.
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