Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 43551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I don’t care how crazy I am. I have a new Daddy in my life, and I want to see where this is all going.
6
Julian
I spend the rest of that day and night thinking about Avery’s pussy. Even the next morning, as I sit behind my desk and sip my coffee, I can’t get her moans out from my head.
I lean back in my chair. Avery’s sitting at her desk, not too far away from my office. I could call her in here, shut the blinds, do unspeakable things to her tight, young little body. She’s so fucking sexy, it’s driving me absolutely wild.
And that bit about being her Daddy…
I’ve never said that before. Never wanted it. Never thought about it. I know men my age sometimes get into it, but…
Now I get it. Now I understand.
It’s not just about sex. It’s about power. I want to be Avery’s Daddy, to fuck her the way she needs to be fucked, to take her and give her so much fucking pleasure she can barely understand what’s happening.
But I also want to dominate her. And to keep her safe. And to take care of her. I don’t know why I feel this way, like I owe her something. Maybe it’s because of her father, or maybe it’s just because I like her.
Either one is plausible. But I’m leaning more toward the latter.
I gave her a job because of Kevin. I don’t owe her or her father anything else beyond that.
No, everything from here on out…. That’s all because of her. All because I fucking want her and think she’s very, very interesting.
I try to concentrate on my work, but it’s hard with her sitting so close. I resist calling her in here, since I know Marcy would likely hear anything we did in my office. Besides, I need to actually run this company, not just spend all my time daydreaming about fucking Avery.
The day slowly passes. I give her tasks, but I keep things professional. We discuss business and nothing more, although I can tell she wants to say something about yesterday.
I don’t let her. Lunch comes and goes, and when I get back, there’s a message waiting for me.
“Someone named Sam called,” Marcy says. “Said you’re an old friend of hers.”
My heart skips a beat. Oh, shit.
“Thank you,” I say to Marcy and hurry into my office.
I stare at my phone, my palms sweating. I’ve been waiting for this call. Hell, I’ve been dreading it. I knew she’d call, sooner or later. How could she not?
I pick up the phone and dial. Samantha answers after a few rings, sounding older, but still the same woman I’ve known for a long time.
“Hey,” I say. “It’s Julian.”
Short pause. “Julian White,” Sam says. “How’s my daughter doing?”
I glance up at Avery. She’s busy collating some files for me and doesn’t look back.
“Fine,” I say. “Working hard.”
“I was skeptical, when she told me about the job.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, you haven’t been in touch in a long time. I thought you forgot about Kevin.”
“I didn’t forget,” I say, a little annoyed. “You know how life can be.”
“Oh, sure.”
“He didn’t reach out either, you know.”
She laughs. “You think he would? You’re the rich and powerful one, Julian. You should’ve been there for him.”
I clench my jaw. “Is that why you called? To guilt me?”
She lets out a sigh. “No. I’m sorry. I guess… I still have some anger, but it’s not about you.”
I relax a little bit. “I understand. And I am sorry. I regret every day that I didn’t see him.”
There’s a short silence and I hear the phone shift on her end. “Let me ask you something, Julian,” Sam says. “Why did you really hire my daughter?”
I feel the anger rise up again. Sam never liked me, even back in the day. She’s always had a low opinion of me. Thought I was a bad influence, that I always had ulterior motives for everything I did. And sometimes she was right, but fucking hell. It was hard to get a win with her.
“I felt guilty,” I tell her. “I wanted to do something nice.”
“Really?” she asks, sounding almost surprised. “I know I mentioned that she needed a job when you called, but I was just making small talk. I didn’t think you’d actually look her up and offer her something.” She pauses for a second. “You’re not the type to just do something nice for someone, Julian.”
“There it is,” I say, annoyed. “I knew that was coming.”
“So what? You haven’t changed.”
“Oh, come on.”
“It took you a year to call me about Kevin. And suddenly you hire my daughter to work for you, just because I mention offhand that she’s looking for a job? I find it hard to believe.”
“Well, believe it. Is it so impossible that I wanted to do something nice?”