Let me call you 'Daddy'

Monica’s POV

The man raised an eyebrow at me. Then he glanced around the bar like I had lost my way, before his gaze settled back on me. The intensity in his piercing grey eyes made me shudder on the inside.

“Why did you choose me to buy you a drink, young lady?” His voice was deep, calm, and slightly amused.

I glanced around the bar to try understanding his reasoning better.

There were plenty of younger men sitting alone or surrounded by friends. Some were already watching me, probably wondering why a woman dressed like me had walked into the bar alone and approached the older gentleman.

I looked back at the man in front of me.

“Because you're the most handsome man here.” I said with a shrug.

For a moment, he simply stared at me, then he laughed. It wasn't a mocking laugh. If anything, he seemed genuinely entertained by my answer.

“You're quite direct, young lady.”

I shrugged, trying not to let him see how nervous I actually was. “I don't see a reason to lie.”

His smile faded slightly as he studied me. “I can tell you're looking for company tonight, young lady.”

My fingers tightened around my handbag, because he was right, I am ready to ruin whatever reputation my chastity means to the family business tonight. And perhaps a part of me just craved an escape and the moment my eyes had landed on this gorgeous man, the feeling of safety and assurance of care I had only experienced from my father evoked in me.

“But you should know something before you make a mistake.” He leaned back in his chair. “I'm not someone you should mess with.”

I swallowed.

“You're too young to be making decisions like this because of a bad night. Find someone your own age if you wish to be reckless.”

His words irritated me. Maybe because they reminded me of everything I had heard that evening.

The woman who was supposed to obediently marry Martin and help him become CEO and let him use her and her father’s business to win a top position with his own family business.

I didn't want to hear another person telling me what I should do. Without thinking, I reached across the table, grabbed his drink, and swallowed it in one go.

His eyes widened slightly.

I placed the empty glass back on the table. “Stop calling me young lady.” I said, while dropping my handbag and settling myself on his lap, one of my hands snaked around his neck…. He smells so good.

He inhaled sharply as our body made contact before he stared at the empty glass before looking back at me, amusement and disbelief in his eyes.

My body feels just right where I had just placed it. He was hard, warm and although I was looking forward to being ruined, he felt safe.

“Hmmm” he hummed softly as his hand snaked around my waist to welcome my intrusion. “What should I call you then?

My heart thudded against my chest fiercely as I tilted my body to face him. Our eyes locked and from such a close proximity God! He's beautiful.

I averted my gaze, reached forward to grab my handbag, my butt accidentally rubbing against him in the process. I reached into my handbag and pulled out some cash.

I settled back down properly and pressed a wad of cash to his chest. “What do you call a girl about to scream your name all night?”

He looked thoughtful for a brief second, “baby?” He threw it at me like a question and I grinned back at him, unsure where my confidence was coming from.

I fanned his face with the wad of cash flirtatiously, “then I hope with this amount of money, I can call you ‘daddy’ throughout the night.”

He looked genuinely amused. “I think this is the first time a woman has ever offered me money for my body.”

I felt my cheeks heat up.

“Then tonight can be the first time.”

He studied me for several seconds.

The amusement slowly disappeared from his expression, replaced by something more serious.

“Listen carefully.” His voice was quieter now. “If you will do this with me, you need to be certain. I won't force you into anything you don't want.”

My heart began beating faster than it already was, considering his manhood now pressed hard against me.

“You can still walk away right now,” he continued. “I'll forget this conversation ever happened, and you can go home.”

He was right. Was I being too rash? I looked toward the exit. For a moment, I imagined going back to my hotel and crying throughout the night to soothe my heartache, but then I imagined Martin's face and all the hurtful words he had said.

My heart clenched.

I looked back at the stranger and reached for my bag, adding another wad of cash, I bit down on my lower lip, “how about now daddy?”

He suddenly stood, guiding me up with him, only then did I realize how tall he really was.

I suddenly felt nervous. Much more nervous than I had expected. But I didn't step away. Instead, I quickly reached for my bag and followed him toward the private elevator at the end of the bar as he gently pulled me along, his large hand firmly holding mine.

As the doors closed behind us, I stared at our reflections in the polished metal.

A stranger and a woman with a broken heart. And one reckless decision that could change everything.