See A Therapist
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Eloise's POV
Laura must be joking, but she wasn't, she really meant what she said.
“I'm not moving out, Laura. I'm cool with him” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“He's a man, and he lives alone. Doesn't that sound weird?” She asked. “Your parents, really. They left you to live with a man?”
She said it like that was the most craziest thing anyone would ever do in this world.
“Look, I'm working in his company, they want me to learn the takeover stuff” I said in a way that shows I don't care about taking over the damn company.
“Still….” Laura tried to object, but I cut her off.
“You can't live alone with your dad, Laura?” I asked with my face twitching in confusion.
“This man we are talking about here is my parent's friend, he's not gonna hurt me” I said.
She stared at me for a while before she sighed.
“Okay, yeah. I'm just worried about him bringing some big ass woman and having you watch as they f**k, or he treating you badly in some way” she flailed her arms in the air in surrender.
I chuckled lightly. “Ignatio is not gonna hurt me. In my own case, we're cool. It's just you” I said.
She understood what I meant. She ran her hands through her hair and puffed.
“Yeah, I know. I'll find a new job real quick. I can't leave Logan's hospital bills uncovered, I don't know when he will get the sudden attack again” she said, her words getting rushed like she's got f*****g potatoes stashed in her mouth.
I sat down on the chair again and she also moved back to sit.
“I might talk to Ignatio for you, he's got a company, connections, whatever. He should be able to help” I pressed my lips into a thin line.
Laura reached out for my hand, placed it on the table, and caressed the back of it.
“Thanks, babe. But, not yet. I'd like to settle the loan I owe the club first” she said, and I nodded because I completely understood her.
I would have loved to help, but I don't even have that amount right now. Even if I had, I would be questioned, because at 21, my parents still f*****g keep track of my spendings every month.
Laura and I talked about other stuff, catching up on the gist we could never do without before the fight.
Yeah, Laura is the internet type. The perfect gistmate.
“Oh, right,” she exclaimed softly.
“There will be a reunion in college. I didn't really get the details, but I think the s**t’s happening next month” she said.
What did I say? She knows everything when it comes to stuff like that.
The information would have been passed in the same alumni group we are in, but I'm sure I didn't get it because I barely checked the groups.
“Goodluck with whatever it is they would be doing” I said while rolling my eyes.
I had never been a fan of outings like that. I like keeping my circle small.
Just my parents, Laura and yeah, if I had a boyfriend at the moment too.
Hours later, Laura and I decided to head back home since it's getting late.
“Hangout tomorrow?” she asked when we were out of the cafe, ready to go our different ways.
“Hmm. I don't think I'll make it” I said.
That made Laura crease her forehead as she tried to figure out if something was going on with me.
“Nah, nothing.” I said before she could say the words. “I'd have to prepare for work on Monday, and I feel like I would be better off staying home”
She raised a brow before she pressed her lips into a thin line for a second and shrugged.
“Fine, then”
“Yeah, bye” I watched as her cab stopped in front of her and she got in, waving as the car fades.
To be honest, I thought I might just get to be home all day with Ignatio tomorrow.
It's a Sunday, and I guess it's the only day he won't be attending work. Scoffs, it's the same with me, because I'm his assistant.
I waved a cab down and slid into it the moment it stopped.
I watched out the window, letting the breeze hit my face and blow the hair away from my neck.
Nothing was going on in my mind, except for the first time I met Ignatio Sandro.
"Now get on your knees and suck me, you little slut” his words still rang in my ears and that made me chuckle.
When the cab stopped in front of the mansion, I paid him and walked in.
I creaked the door to the sitting room open, but my face lit up in surprise to see Daddy on the couch.
Passed out.
His jacket was off, placed on the couch beside him along with his suitcase, his tie was loosened, and his eyes were closed.
I smiled seeing how peacefully asleep he was. I tiptoed to him like I didn't want to wake him up.
My body towered over his as I stood close to him, my face blocking the glow from the chandelier that was casting over his face.
I could hear his gentle snores, and that made me smile again.
I stared at his brows, then to his lashes, and his nose, his flawless white skin, and his lips.
Damn, those lips. Pale pink and I wouldn't stop thinking about my lips on his right now.
I moved my hand, tracing his facial features while making sure not to touch him.
I imagined his nose sniffling my p***y right now, his lips working on my private part and my moans filling the whole room.
I was going crazy just to have him f**k me again, and now I wouldn't stop fantasizing about him. I could feel something getting sticky against my panties and that made me let out a soft groan.
Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open. I was taken aback and I quickly moved away from him.
He looked over at me with a raised brow, his eyes questioning me.
“What are you doing?” Yeah, his eyes said that.
“I'm dripping wet just by staring at your face, Daddy” he didn't ask, but I admitted, like I was asking to be punished and begging to be f****d.
Daddy groaned. “f**k, Eloise!” His voice was low, restrained.
“You need to see a doctor, Eloise. Maybe a therapist or something” he stood up, towering over me.
I looked up at him with a scoff.
“You think I'm crazy? Because I want you to f**k me?” I asked, disbelief etched at my voice.
Maybe I was. Because, why would I want my father's friend this much?
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