DADDY'S LITTLE KITTEN

Her Ex-boyfriend

Eloise's POV

It was so f*****g weird how we spent twenty minutes only to go back without achieving anything.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"Because he won't stop staring at you," Ignatio said as we got into his car.

Yes, now he's Ignatio. Nothing else. I've made it up in my mind not to think of him as the Daddy I want to do numerous forbidden things to my body.

Before I could respond, his voice rose again.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm saying this because it's stupid and highly offensive to stare at any employee like that" he said.

I chuckled, or maybe it was more like a scoff.

"Of course, I understand," I said, knowing what 'get me wrong' there meant.

That he doesn't like the way the man from the restaurant was staring at me not because he wants to be the only one who does that.

The rest of the drive was silent, and I tagged behind him till we got to his office.

Outside his office, someone was waiting. He was placing his hand on my desk, tapping the desk as he waited way too patiently.

I froze when my gaze landed on the person.

"Milo?" I didn't need to ask, he was the one.

"Hey, Dad" When he finally sighted us, he giggled as he walked over to Ignatio, pulling him into a hug.

I stilled, trying to process what he had said. Dad?

Ignatio is married?

I swallowed hard, and that was when he noticed me. Milo finally turned his gaze to me.

The surprise on his face, and the amusing smirk that came after.

Our gazes lingered on each other without a word, but that gaze? It spoke volumes.

Ignatio noticed this and came between us, his back turned to me, while his face turned to his so-called son.

That broke the eye contact between Milo and I.

"You two know each other?" Ignatio asked, his gaze darting between Milo and I.

Milo was the first to speak. "Yeah, we've seen each other quite often in college. We were in the same class"

I smiled at the lie he had just told.

Not a complete lie, because we were truly mates back in college. But Milo was my ex-boyfriend, the last one I had.

And now I'm getting to find out I've been dying to f**k my ex-boyfriend's father. No, I actually did.

I went on my knees and took his whole c**k into my mouth. And even in my room, I had him finger my cunt until I came.

But I was glad, because I didn't f**k the son.

Ignatio looked like he didn't believe his son, or maybe my fake smile was what he didn't believe, but he nodded.

"Okay, then." He said.

Milo patted his shoulder roughly. "I missed you, Dad. You barely call me because I'm a grown up now?"

Both of them walked towards Ignacio's office as he tried to explain his reasons for not calling.

Just like that, I became forgotten by both the father, and the son.

But then Ignatio stopped. "I'll grab you a cup of coffee real quick" he said.

I watched as he moved over to the dispenser just a few steps away from me, but Milo stopped him.

"No, Dad. I'll like the one from the dispenser at the cafeteria" he said.

Ignatio paused and sighed, frustrated. "Just because it's the first time in months, Milo. I'll do that" he walked towards the elevator, glancing at me briefly as he walked past me.

When he was gone, Milo walked to my desk with a smirk on his face.

"I didn't expect to see you here like this," he said.

I scoffed. "You didn't expect to see me here in your father's company?" I paused. "Or you didn't expect to see me back on my feet so soon after you broke up with me?"

Milo laughed. "Both, Eloise"

"Well, f**k you. I realized on the second day of our breakup that you aren't worth my tears" I spat. "Because you are just an asshole!"

Milo's jaws clenched, and I could tell from his face that he hated how quickly I had moved on from him.

Just when he was about to give a response, Ignatio's voice broke the tension.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

Milo leaned away from the desk, and chuckled.

"Yes, of course. We are just catching up" he said.

I lifted my brows nonchalantly, and faced the laptop in front of me but I could feel Ignatio's gaze on me.

I acted like I didn't care while they both walked into his office.

I lifted my gaze and saw from Ignatio's window how they patted each other's back and laughed.

Milo was an asshole when we dated. Or maybe I was the problem.

He cheated, and he didn't feel sorry about it. If he had felt sorry, maybe we could still be together.

But he said I never allowed him to touch me, and he was right.

The first time we wanted to have s*x, I pushed him away after a short kiss. Funny how I ran out only to apologize to him the next day.

The next time it happened, I did the same.

But the third time, I finally thought I'd let him please me, I thought I could try to make it work even if everything in me doesn't want that.

When I got to his apartment, Milo was f*****g one of our college mates and he didn't feel a pang of guilt.

He called me asexual, said I was a mistake he made.

He broke me, but I knew he wasn't worth it. Not my tears. I didn't want to think about his words, but I did.

"Maybe I really can't get aroused? Maybe I'm never going to find a relationship that will last?" I thought.

That was months ago.

But Ignatio proved me wrong, he made me realize those people I had dated weren't just enough to turn me on, but he was.