Submission

Chapter Eight

          "We need to discuss our next move. We've been sitting on this deal for months and have yet to settle. There is no more time to sit another three months on this Christopher." Samantha woke up in a king size bed in another room of Christopher's office. He wasn't kidding when he said this place was big. Samantha could hear another man talking to Chris in the other room and the conversation sounded pretty serious. Sam knew she probably shouldn't keep listening but she couldn't help it. "Yes I know this Tyler but what else can we do at this point. There is nothing to settle on anymore. The entire project and our objective have almost completely fallen through. If we settle now we will have profited nothing more than a flop company. Ask yourself, is shaking on this deal honestly worth potentially losing thousands in profit or would it be best to cut the deal and keep what money we already gained?" Christopher asked seriously. "I suppose you're right on that part, however why didn't you cut the deal earlier then. It sounds to me like you knew this was going to fall apart." - "I knew it was yes, but, at the same time, I also knew I was going to get money out of it before I decided upon settling or not. And the profit that has already been gained the company keeps whether we accept the deal or not."

          At this point, Samantha had walked away from the door where she had been listening. Again, yes, it was wrong to ease drop, but she was curious. And curiosity got the best of her so why not. It couldn't hurt anything anyways. Samantha walked into the bathroom and stripped down into nothing then got into the shower. The water felt great first thing in the morning. She hadn't been in the shower long when she heard the bedroom door open and someone walks in. She assumed it was Chris coming in. Her assumption was confirmed when the shower door opened and a naked and oh so sexy body casually got in the shower with her.

          A pair of strong arms wrapped around her body from behind, pulling Samantha close to him. "How did you sleep baby?" Chris asked her in a husky tone. He sounded tired still. "Good sir. You sound tired." She heard him sigh deeply as he placed his head on her shoulder. "I didn't go to bed last night. I stayed up working after you went to bed." He said. Wow. He wasn't kidding when he said he only comes here when work calls for it. And that's why there's a literal apartment included in his office. "I'm sorry." She apologized. "Let's shower and get some breakfast."

          As promised, Chris took the two of them to breakfast after showering. Although, it was less of a shower and more cuddling in the shower than anything. Chris took them to a nice coffee shop style cafe just down the street from the office. As soon as they walked in the bitter sweet smell of fresh brewed coffee and baked goods wafted into Samantha nose. It was like rays of sunshine in the form of delicious coffee and donuts first thing in the morning. "What do you want baby?" Chris asked once they got to the counter. Samantha looked over the menu for a minute before deciding on a cup of French Vanilla Coffee and a Blueberry Muffin. "Can I have French Vanilla Coffee and a Blueberry Muffin please?" Samantha asked, Chris nodded and the cashier put in her order. "Anything else for you?" The cashier checked. "No, I'll have a regular coffee and that'll be it." - "You should eat something." Sam comment simply but in a caring tone. Chris sighed with a smile. "Okay, add another Blueberry Muffin to that if you could, please." The cashier smiled and added what Chris wanted to the order. "That'll be ten seventy two please."

          After Chris paid he guided Sam over to the best seat in the cafe. "This is my favorite spot." He said. "It's quiet and.." Samantha blushed feeling his hand between her legs. "It's in a comfy little corner out of site of prying eyes." He whispered the last part in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Not in here please.." Samantha said shyly in a quiet voice, making herself sound small. "Nobody can see us. No one will notice if you don't make a scene over it." Chris told her as he teased her. Finally and to Samantha's delight he stopped. "Eat your breakfast darling." - "Same to you." Samantha said slyly, giggling. Chris shot her a warning glare which told her to watch her mouth, she giggled and smiled again before taking a bite of her muffin. "I'll get you for that comment later young lady."

          Back at the office, Chris and Sam were cuddling in bed. They had been back for a few minutes now. Christopher yawned for the millionth time since they'd gotten back and Samantha turned over to look at him. "Daddy you should sleep." Chris shook his head. "No, I don't want you to get bored. I brought you here to spend time with you." He said, yet again yawning. "I'll be fine. I don't mind lying here with you while you sleep. You need rest." She said trying to convince him to get some shut eye. "Okay, fine." He sighed in defeat. "You're stubborn you know that daddy?" Samantha giggled. Chris just hummed in response, pulling her closer to him as he quickly drifted to sleep. Samantha laid with him till she soon fell asleep herself.

          An hour had passed. Samantha turned over in her sleep only to feel the bed was empty next to her. Lifting her head up, she looked around to find Chris wasn't in the room, so she got up. She went to the bathroom to see if he was there and he wasn't, nor was he in the main office. With no luck, she went back to the bedroom only to find there to be a note for her on the bedside table.

"Samantha,

I had an emergency meeting come up. If you get hungry I left my card for you to go get lunch with. And if by some chance you need me and I'm not back yet I'll be on the 13th floor. There's a woman at the front desk there, just let her know you're looking for me and she'll bring you to the room where I'll be in a meeting at. I'll be a few hours. Sorry sweetie."

          Samantha sighed and put the note down once she was finished reading it. She was hoping to have an uninterrupted day with Daddy but sadly it doesn't look that way now. Hey though. Who was she to complain? At least she gets to stay in a nice room, in a super comfortable bed with TV and internet, and if she got hungry she could always go get something. Chris left her his card and she's sure he wouldn't mind her driving his car as she didn't think he'd want her walking down the street.

          Taking his car keys into her hands and making her way down to the parking garage Samantha pondered on where she should eat breakfast, well more like a second breakfast since it was still early. Ten o'clock. On her way down though, Samantha could feel eyes on her. See knew she was out of place here based on the looks she was getting. The disapproving looks from men and the dirty looks from the upscale looking women gave it away. It didn't help that Sam was dressed in casual, goth looking clothing that some teens like her wear. It made her feel uncomfortable in her own skin. Like her even standing next to the building is a problem.

          "May I help you miss?" Sam turned to see a security guard approaching her. She was now confused. "This is employee parking. Customer parking is on the other side of the building." He continued on. Samantha shook her head. "Um, no. I came here with Christopher while he's doing business." Samantha explained simply. "Christopher Matthews? I didn't know he had a girlfriend, sorry about that miss. I didn't mean to bother you. Have a nice day." Samantha gave him a smile, taking a look at his name tag briefly. "Thanks, you too Mr...Buckley." she said, dragging out the mister a bit, earning a small smile back and a nod from the security guard.

          Thankfully Mr. Buckley there didn't give Samantha any more trouble than that. Today Samantha didn't want to deal with stress or drama. She wanted to relax and have girl time by herself, have a nice breakfast and then spend quality time with Chris. Lots of cuddles and hugs. If only she could have that all day like she had planned to before hand. However, she should've expected to be left alone since Chris brought her here with him while he did business. No matter, today was gonna be a good day regardless.

          Samantha started the car and decided to go to Waffle House like usual for breakfast. She sent a wave to Mr. Buckley on her way out. It didn't take her long to get over to the Waffle House since it was right in town just a few blocks from Christopher's office. Very convenient for her to get to.

          Samantha smiled warmly as she breathed in the morning smells and scents of breakfast. "Hello, welcome to Waffle House. Just one?" Samantha gave a small nod. "Morning, yes ma'am. It's just me today." Samantha responded with a small smile.

         The woman who greeted Sam set a menu down for her at the booth. It was the same woman who always greets her when she comes for breakfast in the mornings at this Waffle House. Ms. Sue. "I assume you're gonna get the same thing you always get dear?" Ms. Sue asked. She had memorized all her regulars orders if they ordered the same thing often. Sue was one of those motherly types. An older woman with graying hair and a friendly, warm energy around her. A happy woman too, all the time. "Yes Ms. Sue. You always know what I want." Sam smiled and giggled. Ms. Sue did the same, yelling to the cook her order.

          Samantha played games on her cell phone while she waited when she got a text from Chris. "Oh shit.." She mumbled to herself. She'd forgotten to tell him that she took the car to get breakfast.

Chris: Where are you young lady?

Sam: I um...I went to get breakfast. I meant to text you before I left.

Chris: I'm sure you did. But you didn't. Do you have the car?

Sam: Yes sir I do.

          'Great..' She thought to herself. Make a bet she just got herself into trouble first thing today. Sam didn't intend on getting into any kind of trouble. Her not texting him that she was going out was, indeed, an honest mistake. But she doubted that he would let it slide like he had been letting her behaviors slide before. Not after last time.

Chris: You know you're supposed to ask me or, at the very least, let me know before you go anywhere. Let alone take the car, my car. Eat your breakfast and bring me something, doesn't matter what, and get your ass back here as soon as possible.

Sam: Yes sir..I'll be there soon.

          Ms. Sue was just bringing Samantha her food when she put down her phone. Sue seemed to notice the look on Sam's face. "Here's your waffle and bacon hun. Somethings got you in la la there?" Samantha gave a sheepish laugh. "Yeah I suppose so. Can I get another order for someone? Just a regular omelet with a side of hash browns please." Ms. Sue shot Samantha an "I knew it" look. Was Samantha's liking to Chris showing that much? She knew she liked him but it's not like she was utterly infatuated with the handsome devil of a man. Right?

          "Bob I need an order of hash browns, lightly crisp and a regular omelet to go!" Ms. Sue yelled the order out like she always does. Bob nodded to her, getting started on the order. "Alright Sue coming right up!" Bob was a good cook, always has been and never once has let a customer wait longer than 30 minutes for their food unless their order called for it, which they usually didn't the way he cooked. Always made ready and well to perfection.

          As Sam ate she pondered on what Chris would do to her as punishment for failing to let him know where she was headed and not asking to take the car. She knew he only wished to know because he worried about her. After the incident she had before that he had to save her ass from of course he would worry about her safety. And the car. Well, what man wouldn't freak if his car was taken, whether by someone he knew or not, and not know who took it or when. Especially with a car like the one he's got. It's a f*****g 2014 Scion F-RS LE for Christ sake. They only made a hand full of those and the one he has is imported from the country it was made. It's an expensive car. Expensive enough for the average 9-5 worker to not be able to afford.

          Samantha looked at the time. Realizing she had been taking forever to eat because she was thinking way to much. If she doesn't get back in a timely manner like she was told she'd be in even more trouble than before. Bob had her other order ready to go in a box and a bag sitting at the front counter. She figured she might as well take the rest of her food, which a still almost a fully intact waffle and her bacon, and get a to-go box for that as well. "Ms. Sue. Can I get a box for my food? I'm in a bit of a rush." - "Sure thing Sammie I'll have it for you in a jiffy." She said, grabbing her a to-go box in a jiffy just as she said.

          Samantha wasted no time putting the rest of her food in the little white to-go box before heading to the counter to pay her bill. Leaving a generous tip for Sue as she always did. Sam grabbed both her food and Christopher's before saying her goodbye's to Sue and Bob then leaving.

          It didn't take long for Sam to reach the office building. The same security guard from earlier letting her in without question. Getting inside to Chris's office was a different story however as she would soon find out.

          Upon entering, Samantha was stopped by the secretary at the main entrance desk. "Excuse me. You need an appointment to go past here if you aren't an employee." The woman at the front desk said in a snobby tone. Samantha gave her a look. "Excuse me. But I was just here this morning. I only went to grab breakfast and come back." Samantha mocked back. The woman furrowed her brows at her. "Do I need to call security? We don't have room for children here."

          Samantha was beyond offended at this point. This woman saw her enter yesterday with Christopher and saw her leave this morning. She must know Samantha is here with Chris. "Oh please do. The security guard in the employee parking garage didn't give me any issue coming back here. You call security, meanwhile I'll call your boss seeing as how we're going to have a pissing contest here when you saw me enter with him." Samantha smirked when she saw the woman physically go ghost white in the face. But she wasn't looking at her, she was looking at somebody else. "What's this about security and bosses?" Asked a very familiar voice coming from directly behind Samantha. A big hand placed itself gently, yet firmly, on Sam's shoulder. Samantha now went white herself.

          "Mrs. Crawford, correct your attitude towards this lady here and get back to work. She's with me." Chris said with authority. "And you." Chris squeezed Sam's shoulder, not hard enough to leave a bruise but just enough to make her wince. "Watch your tongue and let's get you upstairs right now. You're late." He finished whispering every last word in her ear. "Y-yes sir." Sam said quietly. Chris guiding her to the elevator.

          They entered the elevator. Suddenly, Samantha was spun around facing the wall with her arms pinned above her head. She whimpered. A hand coming down harshly onto her bottom. "Shut up! As soon as we get into the room you will go to the bedroom and strip. You will wait on your knees at the front of the bed, on the floor, till I either come for you or call you into the office. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?" He growled at her. Samantha whimpered again, noticeably shaken. Another hard slap connected to her rear. "Words sweetie." Chris hummed into her ear, groping her ass tightly in his big hand. "Yes daddy. I understand.." Christopher let go of her. "Good girl."

          Samantha did as she was told as soon as the elevator doors swung open. She made her way to the bedroom, stripping into nothing just as she had been instructed to do so just moments ago. Her nerves and mind drove her nuts the longer Christopher left her waiting. Nonetheless she obeyed the instructions she had been given. As patiently as she could she waited on her knees. She would be lying if she said she wasn't wanting to hear him call her a good girl again. She wanted him to. Craved to hear those words. But she knew she hadn't earned that courtesy, at least not yet she hasn't.