Wyatt
“Okay, are you ready to try my french toast?” Wyatt asked, as he topped off the meal with a generous supply of maple syrup. “I've added extra strawberry jelly and syrup to the top, just like you like it.”
Maggie was waiting eagerly. She was seated on one of the stools that surrounded the center island in the kitchen. With orange juice in one hand and a fork in the other, she looked as ready as she'd ever be to try Wyatt's first attempt at homemade french toast.
“I can't promise that it will be as good as Mildred's,” he said. “But just know that I did my best.”
“It looks good,” Maggie said, in the cutest little voice he'd ever heard. “It smells good, too.”
He set the plate down in front of her and stood by eagerly as she took her first bite. He watched her face go from a smile, into more of a frown. It was like gravity had taken an extra toll on her lips right then, pulling them down into a look of disappointment.
“Well?” he asked.
“It's tastes like burned,” she said, washing down the bite with orange juice.
“It tastes burnt,” Mildred corrected gently. She stepped into the kitchen, wearing a red robe. Her gray hair was pulled into a bun on the back of her head. “Wyatt, you know that you shouldn't try to use the stove. Remember the last time you did that? What was it? Chicken Parmesan? You almost burned the house down.”
He sighed, looking back toward the oven where a layer of dark smoke still lingered from overcooking the French toast. At least he hadn't set the smoke detector off this time.
“I know, Mildred,” he said, with a grin. “I just thought I'd give cooking another try. I'm just afraid we'll starve to death if you ever decided to quit working for me. I figured I should practice in case that ever happens.”
She smiled warmly. “First off, you don't have to worry about me quitting this job. I'm far too old to go stand in the unemployment line to try to get some other job. Plus, I love it here. There's nobody in the world I'd rather take care of than Maggie. Besides, I'm just giving you a hard time about your cooking, Wyatt. I'm sure the French toast is great. Little Ms. Maggie here is kind of a picky eater anyway. She's rather tough to please. Aren't you, honey?”
Maggie giggled and her cheeks turned a bit red. “A little.”
“I personally prefer my French toast with a little char on top,” Mildred said, grabbing a few pieces for herself and placing them on a plate. “It gives it that extra flair that normal French toast is missing.”
Wyatt knew that Mildred was just trying to be nice. She was sweetest old lady he'd ever known. He and Caroline had hired her four years before, right after Maggie had been born. They figured it would be nice to have someone around the house to help out with the baby. The added bonus was that Mildred was an amazing cook and she also kept the house as clean as a whistle.
Needless to say, Wyatt wasn't the best at either of those things. He was only half kidding when he said that he feared he'd starve to death without her.
“Daddy, we still need to find my swim suit,” Maggie said, between bites of food.
“Oh, right,” Wyatt said. “Mildred, have you seen her swim suit? She has swim lessons at noon.”
Mildred shook her head. “I haven't seen it, but I'm happy to go look.”
“No, no,” Wyatt said. “Eat your breakfast and relax. I'll go see what I can find.”
He left Mildred and Maggie in the kitchen and headed upstairs. It only took a few minutes of digging through Maggie's laundry to find her little red swimsuit.
Thank God, he thought, tossing it over his shoulder. I'm not sure that was worth waking me up so early, but at least she has it now.
He made his way back down to the kitchen. Mildred was busy in front of the stove, making another batch of French toast. Her batch was flawless, though, unlike his. It was cooked perfectly, with just the right amount of golden brown on the edges of the bread.
“Wow. You're making me look bad, Mildred,” he said, with a playful smile. “Look at that. Perfection.”
Mildred laughed, placing the toast onto a plate for Wyatt. “I've got many, many years over you. The only reason I'm a better cook is because I've had quite a bit more practice.”
The three of them sat down around the center island and ate breakfast. Wyatt checked the clock a few times and started eating a bit more quickly.
“In a hurry?” Mildred asked.
Wyatt nodded. “Yeah, the morning has slipped by. I've got a meeting here in about an hour. It's an important one, too. Could be a big contract coming my way.”
“You seem excited about it,” she said. “I hope that it all works out.”
“I've got a good feeling that it will.” Wyatt took a sip from his coffee after speaking.
“Daddy, you're leaving?” Maggie asked, giving him that painful puppy dog stare that did nothing but pull at his most sensitive heart strings.
Wyatt smiled softly. “I'm sorry, baby. I have to go to work today.”
She pouted out her lower lip a little further. “But I don't want you to go.”
“I have to,” he said, wishing that his words weren't true.
Ever since Caroline had passed away, Maggie had become extra sensitive to him leaving. Every time he had to go to the office or even run to the store, it was the same thing.
She put up a fight every single time, begging him not to go. She never wanted him to leave her side and she'd do whatever she possibly could to make him stay. Sometimes that included creative bribery, like when she promised Wyatt could have half of her Skittles. Other times she'd just use the always-effective puppy dog face. Many times it worked in her favor. This time, though, he couldn't stay no matter how badly he wanted to. He had to get to work for this meeting.
“Don't be sad, Maggie,” he said. “I'll be home before you know it. In fact, I'll be waiting for you here when you come back from swim lessons.”
Her face didn't lighten up. She just sighed and went back to eating her breakfast.
It hurt his heart to see her like this. Her mother had been pulled from her life at a very young age. Maggie had only been three years old when Caroline lost her battle against the cancer. It had been a long and exhausting battle, too. Not just for Caroline, but for the whole family. He didn't like thinking about it.
“I don't want you to leave!” Maggie shouted from across the table, shaking Wyatt back into reality. Maggie was sitting there with a scowl on her face now. Mildred was seated nearby, affectionately rubbing her back and trying to calm her down.
“Honey, your Daddy has to go work today,” Mildred said softly. “If you want, we could go to the zoo or the museum for a couple of hours before your swim lesson.”
Maggie didn't respond. She just sat there, staring at Wyatt, until her lower lip began to tremble.
I have to do something, he thought. I can't just let her cry. I hate seeing her cry.
“Hold on, Maggie,” he said. “I've got an idea.”
Her lip stopped quivering and her eyes seemed to lighten up, if only a little bit.
“How about I call Aunt Lily and see if she'll come hang out with you this afternoon?” he asked, hoping and praying that the suggestion would be enough to make his daughter happy.
“Aunt Wiwee?” Maggie said, still unable to fully pronounce Lily's name correctly. Wyatt didn't mind it, though, because he thought it was the cutest thing in the entire world.
“Yes, Aunt Lily,” he said. “What do you think?”
“I love Aunt Wiwee!” she squealed and the smile returned to her face immediately.
Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, well I'll send her a text in a few minutes and see if she has plans for later this afternoon. I don't know what her schedule is like today, but I'll find out. I'm sure that if she's not working late, then she'd love to come see you.”
Maggie hopped off the chair and began jumping up and down. She was completely unable to contain her excitement. Aunt Lily was Wyatt's secret weapon to making Maggie happy whenever she was feeling down.
“Mrs. Mildred, Aunt Wiwee is coming to hang out with me today!” she said, pulling on Mildred's arm.
“I don't know for sure, honey,” Wyatt said, trying to temper her expectations just a little bit in case Lily wasn't able to make it. “I'm going to ask, though. Let's just hope that she's free this afternoon.” He then turned toward Mildred. “I'll let you know if Lily can make it by.”
“Of course,” Mildred said. “It's always nice to see Lily. It's been a few weeks since she's stopped by.”
“Yeah, I think she's been working a lot of hours at the coffee shop,” Wyatt said. “Rent is so damn expensive in this city any more, I'm guessing that most people have to work overtime just to survive.”
It's almost like you have to be a damn billionaire just to enjoy a decent lifestyle, he thought. It sure does make me feel grateful for what I have, though.
The three finished up their meals and Wyatt quickly dressed and got ready for his meeting.
Maggie was already preoccupied with a new Lego set when he came back downstairs. She had completely ignored it until right then. It was like she suddenly had renewed interest in it. Her face beamed with excitement. Of course, Wyatt knew that it didn't have anything to do with the Legos. Her happiness was brought on by the fact that Maggie was going to get to see her favorite person in the world that afternoon.
I just hope Lily isn't busy and is willing to come by, he thought, giving Maggie a kiss on he head. She grinned up at him before going back to her Legos. He took the moment to escape, giving a wave to Mildred as he headed out.
Lily After working the early-morning shift, Lily finally clocked out at one in the afternoon. She was a bit tired, but there were advantages to working in a coffee shop that helped with those sort of things. One of them was that she was able to make herself as many caffeinated drinks as she wanted for free. She'd already had two mocha lattes and was working on an iced coffee as she left the building and went to her car. What a long shift, she thought, letting out a slow exhale and relaxing into the driver's seat. She closed her eyes for a bit, just enjoying the silence. Her coffee shop was one of the busiest in town, which meant that while she was working, she never had a full minute to sit down and rest. It was nonstop from the moment she clocked in until the moment she left. It was worth it, though, at least for now. The pay was decent and she got full health benefits. Still, it wasn't exactly where she thought she'd be at twenty-six years old. In fact, she thought for sure she'
Lily Wyatt’s black suit caught Lily’s eye and she glanced over toward him. He smiled at her and she waved quickly. My God, why does he have to be so damn good looking? She thought to herself, then immediately shook the thought from her mind. I can't let myself think things like that. It's not right. “Hey, Lily,” Wyatt said, as he approached her. “I'm so glad you were able to make it.” She smiled and turned toward him. “Oh, it's no problem at all. You know I love coming to see Maggie whenever I have the chance. The timing worked out pretty well, too. I had just gotten off work when you sent me that text.” “Daddy, look how high I'm swinging!” Maggie called out. Wyatt chuckled. “You're flying, Mags! You're like a super hero with pigtails.” Maggie laughed loudly and began kicking her feet in an attempt to gain even more height. “Be careful, okay?” Wyatt said. “Don't go too high. I don't want you to fly away.” “I won't, Dad,” Maggie said. Wyatt turned back to Lily. “So I wanted t
Lily In the backseat of Lily's car sat two suitcases. One was packed with the essentials, like a toothbrush, makeup and perfume. It also had about ten days worth of clothes in it, which was really more like twenty days worth, since she had the tendency to over pack for everything. In the second suitcase were some things for Maggie to play with. She had brought board games, kid's movies and had even stopped by the store to grab a few new toys for her. Just because her dad was a billionaire didn't mean that Maggie wouldn't enjoy something new. Lily wanted this week to be extra special for Maggie and wasn't about to spare any expense to make that happen. In addition to a brand new Lego set, she'd also bought Maggie a stuffed dog and a cute little doll with blonde hair. The doll reminded Lily of Maggie and it even had red bows in the pigtails. Okay, she thought, parking her car in her usual spot in front of Wyatt's garage. I'm here. I hope I don't screw this up somehow. I'm not at all
Lily Maggie and Lily spent the better part of the afternoon in the playroom. After several tea parties with stuffed animals and playing hide and seek to the point where they'd run out of places to hide, they headed back upstairs. The rest of the day they were outside on the playground. Lily pushed Maggie on the swings and went down the slides with her. They laughed and had fun the entire time. So much fun, that Lily didn't realize how fast the time had flown by. When she checked her watched, she realized it was already almost time for dinner. “Hey, Maggie, we should go in and figure out something to eat,” Lily said. Maggie agreed and they made their way back into the house. The timing was perfect, too. Wyatt was just about to leave for his gala when they stepped into the kitchen. “Hey, guys,” he said, as he clasped his gold watch around his wrist. “Have you been having fun?” “Yes!” Maggie said. “We've been on the swings and earlier Aunt Wiwee played tea party with me.” “Lucky y
Wyatt Wyatt pulled his Lamborghini up the winding road through his neighborhood. He was on his way home from his gala. After getting sick of schmoozing, he had decided to leave early and head back. He had a few things planned for the following day, not the least of which was going grocery shopping with Lily and Maggie. He wanted to be well rested and present while he was with them. What a night, he thought, as he loosened his tie a bit. Three hours of mingling and not even one contact that could eventually turn into some sales. What a waste of time. He realized, though, that it was all part of the game. He'd been playing it for most of his adult life. He attended events all the time, knowing very well that meeting people in the industry could eventually lead to growing his wealth even larger than it already was. It's who you know, not what you know, he thought. It was his father's words echoing in his mind. Even though his dad hadn't been able to accumulate one percent of the weal
Lily Stupid, stupid, stupid, Lily thought, shaking her head in disappointment at herself. What in the hell was I thinking, walking around in Wyatt's house in just my panties and a t-shirt? I should have known he'd get home early. It's Murphy's Law. Whatever can happen, will happen. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She had been blushing since the moment he had walked in and laid eyes on her a few minutes before. Her cheeks still tingled from the embarrassment, but it wasn't long before the blood drained back into the rest of her body. She felt so ashamed by the incident that it made her want to crawl out of her own skin. “I seriously can't believe that just happened,” she whispered to herself. Even though she was now in the privacy of her room, she'd torn her suitcase apart until she'd found a pair of pajama pants. Well, that's an awkward start to my week-long job, she thought, crawling onto her bed. She laid on her back and stared at the white ceiling. The overhead fan spun slowly above
Lily's Fantasy The door of her bedroom turned and she glanced toward it. Wyatt poked his head in to see her with her panties down. At first she was shocked and tried to cover herself up, but he told her not to. “It's fine,” he said. “Let me help you.” With just a towel around his waist, Wyatt stepped into the room and carefully closed the door behind him. “Wyatt, are you sure?” she asked. His eyes locked with hers, but just for a moment. Then he broke the gaze and glanced down her body, to where her fingers were still buried between her legs. His eyes dilated and he took a few steps toward her. She couldn't help but to watch him move. He was so muscular, his skin so tan and smooth. He was just perfect in every way. The definition of a true man. “What if Maggie wakes up?” Lily whispered. “I locked the door,” he said. “Plus, she's sound asleep. You really tired her out today.” He approached the bed and Lily's eyes dropped down to the towel that was around his waist. Underneath t
Lily She opened her eyes, looked around the room, and remembered that she was still in the guest bed by herself. Her fingers were still deeply buried in her pussy, slippery wet with her juices. She'd climaxed at least a couple of times during the fantasy and now her entire hand was wet, along with the inside of her legs. Oh, my God, she thought, slowly easing her fingers in and out a few more times. That was amazing. Lily was now a little more relaxed. The desperate throbbing coming from between her legs had now turned into a content pleasure. She found herself wishing that her fingers were actually Wyatt's dick and that the whole fantasy was, well, not just a fantasy. The water was still running from Wyatt's bathroom on the other side of the wall as she sat up in her bed. Just a few seconds later, though, and she heard the shower turn off. For a moment, she wondered and kind of hoped that her little dream would actually come true. But nothing happened. No door opened. No fantasy