Trust Fall (Billionaire Romance)

1. Zamora

ZAMORA

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing my teeth to get ready for school. My hair was messy, brushing out tangles was so frustrating. My hair was long and extremely curly, Mommy said it's called “4A hair”. I wish I had straight hair sometimes, like those pretty white girls I see all the time. I was dark skinned with brown eyes and black hair. I liked my skin tone, it was beautiful and I wouldn't change it for anything in the world, but sometimes the hair is a major issue.

While I was getting ready to take a bath, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. It was probably my second mommy.

“Yes?” I replied.

“Zamora, hurry up unless you're gonna be late” She said and walked away.

After Mommy got arrested when I was six, I was adopted by a different family. The Quinn family. They changed my name from Zamora Freeman to Zamora Quinn. I was the only child they had, I just guessed that they couldn't have kids. It's been 3 years since I got adopted by them so I'm 9 years old right now.

Mommy's name is Cleo and Daddy's name is Max. They are both nice to me and I really liked it here. I still missed Mommy but… I had no problem here.

Once I was done getting ready for school, I rushed downstairs with my backpack straight to the dining room where Mommy already laid out breakfast. She made pancakes with syrup and orange juice. My favourite kind of breakfast.

I ate it in a hurry cause I didn't want to be late. Once I was done eating, I waited for Daddy in the living room while I swung my feet on the couch.

“Sweetheart, do you have everything you need?” Mommy asked from the kitchen.

I looked at my bag and decided to go through it again. I opened and did a mental check of everything I needed. Books. Check. Stationeries. Check. Lunch. Check. Little froggie keychain from Daddy. Check. I zipped my bag up again and looked over the couch.

“Yep! Everything's here, Mommy! I'm all set.” I called out to her.

After 5 minutes, Daddy finally came downstairs all dressed up in his fancy office suit. He went to the kitchen to say goodbye to Mommy before coming back out to the living room.

“Good morning, angel.” Daddy said as he petted my head.

I smiled slightly and looked up at him “Good morning, Daddy.”

“Ready for school? Got everything you need?” He asked. They always wanted to make sure I had everything, I guess they didn't wanna have to come all the way to school later just cause I forgot something really important, like a notebook or my homework.

“Yep. I'm all set.” I got down from the couch and picked up my backpack. I rushed to the kitchen to get a goodbye kiss from Mommy.

“I'm heading off now, Mommy. Can I get a kiss?” I asked as I stood beside her while she did the dishes.

She wiped off the water from her hands on her towel and wrapped her arms around me in a gentle hug before placing a kiss on my forehead. “Don't go causing trouble, okay, sweetheart? Be good. And pay attention in class.” She reminded me as she looked me right in the eye.

“I will, Mommy. I'll be good. I promise. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey. Now run along. Your dad's waiting.” She let go of me and shooed me away to the living room where Daddy was still waiting.

He took my hand and we went off to the car.

He helped me into the passenger seat and fastened my seat belt before heading off to the driver's side. Once he settled in, he started the car and drove off.

While he drove, I looked out the window into the neighborhood while swinging my legs slightly.

My attention was completely elsewhere when I suddenly felt Daddy's hand on my thigh.

He was doing it again.

He always did this whenever he was taking me to school…. He said it was how dads expressed their love for their daughters. I suppose it was true. My last Daddy didn't do this kind of stuff. But my last Daddy didn't love me so I guess that's why he didn't do it.

Daddy closed all the windows and turned on the A/C before placing his hand back on my thigh. He used his hand to spread my thighs apart while he focused on the road.

My body felt stiff.

“Um, Daddy…” I called out feebly.

“Be quiet.” He immediately cut me off. “I don't want to hear a word. Understood?”

I looked down at my thighs. At his hand. I weakly nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

He drove off from the main road and into a somewhat deserted part of the area. He stopped the car and took his hand off the steering wheel. He looked at me and said “To the back.”

I didn't want to go to the back. I just wanted to go to school.

“But, Daddy, I'm gonna be late.” I muttered.

“I don't care. To. The. Back.”

I hesitantly undid my seatbelt and went to the back seat and Daddy followed after me.

He pushed me down on the seat and started undressing me.

“D… Daddy… I… I don't wanna do this anymore.” I called out meekly. I didn't like when he did this, but he always told me it was his way of expressing love. And he always made me promise not to tell anyone about this.

“I said ‘Be quiet’. Did you not understand that part?” He glared at me. Just that look was enough to make me shut my mouth.

Tears began to well up in my eyes and stream down my cheeks. But he didn't care. He never did.

As I squirmed with my eyes shut tight, his hand suddenly made a direct impact on my face. He slapped me.

“Shut the f**k up and stay still, you f*****g bitch.” He said in a threatening tone as he narrowed his eyes at me in anger.

I bit my bottom lip to stop my sobs. If he heard them, he'd hit me again.

While I cried, he just chuckled and stared at my pitiful form.

I just laid there and let it happen.

MAX

I tucked myself back in my pants once I was done with Zamora. I stared at her quivering form as she wrapped her arms around herself.

It was so pathetic. It was comical.

Daniel was right.

These are the best prey.

“Don't tell anyone, okay? It's just daddy showing his love for his little baby girl.” I tried to make my voice seem as gentle as possible even though I had to bite back my hysterical laughter at her pathetic state.

“Daddy loves you lots. So this is just between us. Daddy and Daughter bonding time. Didn't you have fun?” I stared at her as I started helping her to clean up and getting her dressed.

She was still whimpering and sobbing and it was getting f*****g annoying. I couldn't drop her off at school like this. Her teacher was gonna get suspicious and they're gonna call her mother. f**k, if Cleo found out about this, she's gonna leave my ass immediately. Matter of fact, if anyone found out about this, I'm gonna get f*****g locked up. But I can't pass the opportunity on a cunt this tight. It's too good to throw away. Like a miracle straight from God himself, even if I don't believe in God, I'm a thousand percent sure he made us pick Zamora during the adoption for this reason.

Once I finished helping her get dressed, she was still shaking. It seemed like she wasn't stopping anytime soon.

Man. f**k school.

“How about we have another Daddy and Daughter bonding time?” I asked her in a gentle tone as my hands rested carefully on her shoulders.

Her body immediately froze. Her eyes went wide. Maybe I was imagining things but it looked like she drew her arms closer to her body as if to shield herself from me.

Comical. She thought I was gonna do it again. Obviously I was. But not right now.

“Shopping? How about we go to the mall and I'll buy you whatever you want? What do you say, sweetheart?”

“O… Okay. But, what about school?” Her voice quivered.

“Let me handle that, okay? Leave everything to me. Just get some rest. We have a fun day ahead.”

“Okay.”

I got out of the back seat and got into the driver's seat, turning on the car and driving off.

As I drove, I occasionally looked at her through the rear view mirror wanting to see if she finally slept off.

I looked at it for the umpteenth time and she had finally fallen asleep. I picked up my phone and called her 4th grade class teacher, Mrs Mitchell.

Once she answered, her tone was so… Cheerful. It was nauseating and annoying at the same time. “Good morning, Mr Quinn.”

“Good morning, Mrs Mitchell. I wanted to inform you that Zamora won't be able to attend school today.”

“Oh, what happened? Is everything alright? Is she okay?” Her tone was laced with nothing but concern. f*****g fake.

“She fell ill over the weekend. Yet to get better.”

“I hope she feels better. Thank you for informing, Mr Quinn. Have a good day.” And with that she hung up.

I never liked her. She seemed so… Fake. How can a 4th grade teacher seem so happy with her job? God forbid it. Children are bad enough if they're on their own. But having over 15 of them in a classroom. f**k no.

As I finally arrived at the mall, I turned around and sure enough, Zamora was still asleep. I shook her awake softly,hoping it was enough to wake her up since she was kind of a heavy sleeper. She stirred softly before finally opening her eyes.

“You're finally awake. We're at the mall, let's go.”

She got down from the car and stood beside me, she still looked kind of sleepy but she'll just have to walk it off. As we walked, I noticed she was limping slightly. It'll go away eventually, it's not like this was the first time this happened.

Once we were inside, I took her to her favourite toy store and she immediately rushed to the stuffed toy aisle with me following close behind me.

She looked around curiously, probably finding it difficult to choose before she finally pointed at a big light pink teddy at the top of the shelf.

“That one! That one! Can I get that one? It's so pretty!” She jumped in excitement as she continued pointing at it.

Cute.

I chuckled and got it down from the shelf and handed it to her. “Of course you can, sweetheart. We're here for you after all. Get anything you want.”

She held the big teddy bear tight as she continued looking around for any other thing she might like.

She ended up getting two shark plushies, her teddy bear and a couple Barbie dolls.

By the time we left the store, she was already back to her bubbly self, like she had forgotten what happened an hour ago. She was holding my hand and skipping excitedly to an ice cream parlour.

Too easy.