DADDY'S LITTLE KITTEN

Rules She Must Obey

Ignatio's POV

She's making me go f*****g crazy. Eloise was angry and hurt, but I didn't see a reason to pacify her. If I really don't want to hold on to her, then I should get used to seeing her cry because of me.

That's f*****g hard.

Earlier when I walked in, I wanted to stare at her for eternity, but I just couldn't.

The guilt wouldn't stop eating me up. She's 21 for f**k’s sake.

I knocked on her door gently and awaited a response.

It had been an hour since she walked in there after what happened in the sitting room, while I had gone to take a bath and prepared dinner for the both of us.

Eloise didn't respond, even when I knocked again.

I sighed. “Come down for dinner, I won't take a f*****g no for an answer”

I said and walked away.

I didn't know if she would really come down, but I hoped she would, and she did.

A part of me felt angry and stupid when she walked down the stairs.

She had changed into a long summer shirt and a pants trouser.

Very decent looking, but I didn't like that.

I prefer seeing her in the hot lingerie from earlier.

Fuck, Ignatio. You know this is better.

Eloise didn't say a word, but just walked to the chair and settled down. She picked her cutleries up immediately and digged into the food without being asked.

My jaws clenched, because I want to hold her and spank her for being so naughty and disobedient. But no, that would only make things worse between us.

I wouldn't want to stop with spanking, and she also wouldn't get her mind off that action of mine.

While she ate, I moved upstairs and picked a document I had prepared while she was in the room earlier.

Then I returned to the dining room, and placed the document gently on the table.

“You have to read through this and sign” I said.

She dropped the cutleries, picking the document up.

After a few seconds, she laughed bitterly.

“Now we have to make rules, huh?” She stared at me with a glare.

“Read through and sign, Eloise” my gaze darkened.

I f*****g don't like it when she thinks she can stand up to me and talk back, it makes me want to do things she'd never forget to her.

Like spanking her ass till the cheeks turn red and she cries, or f*****g her so badly till she can no longer walk for a few days.

“How about you just send me back to my house, huh? I'll have no problem living alone!” She yelled.

“f*****g no. I might just call your parents now and report you, then” I told her.

Eloise scoffed. “Now I get threatened with my parents, too?”

I didn't give a reply, because that was truly a threat.

I need her to read those rules, and promise with a signature that she won't wear those revealing clothes in the house, she won't touch me in public, because that turns me the f**k on.

She won't test my control, she won't wear my shirt that stop way above her knees, and that she would obey every f*****g thing I say.

Elaine glanced through the rules then looked up at me with a mocking smile.

“And if I don't? What if I don't obey these rules?” She asked.

“Then I'll take you back to your father's house myself.” I said calmly. “It means we can't live together”

She stood up angrily from the chair, picking the document up in rage.

She flailed her arms. “Okay, fine. I'll read through and sign”

She stormed upstairs while I watched her back.

I sighed. I had to drop those rules, because if I don't, I would lose every ounce of control I have left in me.

I don't want to play this game with her. Being 21 is okay, she's a f*****g adult and she knows what she wants, but not when she's Damian's daughter.

I watched the dinner I had prepared on the table. Mine left untouched, and Eloise's half eaten because of the rules I brought up.

“f**k, Ignatio” I muttered as I ran my hands through my hair.

I had agreed with a wide smile when Damian told me he would want me to prepare his daughter for the takeover of his company, but it led to this.

But I won't let the lust and desire in me take over. Now that the rules have been given, starting tomorrow, I'll teach Eloise nothing but the main reason why she was sent here.

I headed upstairs to retire to bed. I picked my phone up and could see missed calls on the screen.

“Damian”

He had called a couple of times, but well, I was downstairs and I had left my phone here.

I haven't called him since the day they left, which was the day I had Eloise pick up her things in her house. Their flight was shifted since their daughter had no problem with them leaving.

I dialed his number and settled down on the bed, massaging my knuckles with a hand.

He picked up.

“Hey, man” his voice was loud, almost cheerful.

“Hey” I replied in the same dark, hoarse voice.

“You didn't call for days,” he said.

I almost laughed, because it's been only two days since he left.

And yes, I had been busy trying to get his daughter off my head that I didn't think to call.

“Two days without me. You feel like dying?” I teased.

“f**k you, man” he laughed.

“How's Eloise? She called earlier and sounded a bit down. Is she fine?” He asked.

I didn't hesitate before I gave a response. “Yeah, she is. She just finished dinner” not a complete lie.

Damian sighed. “I called to enquire, I don't want to get worried about her” he said.

I smiled faintly. Damian trusts me with his daughter, but I already ruined that.

And I didn't want to ruin it further.

“She'll start work tomorrow, but trust me, if I think she's not fit, I'll send her back” I said.

He doesn't fully understand me, but I understood myself.

I would be getting Eloise Asher back to her house if she doesn't stop—if she keeps making me go crazy over her.