I'm Your Fucking Daddy

Amelia's POV

I've not performed ‘sugar baby’ duties for two weeks. Dane is out of town, and he didn't even tell me he was leaving. I won't lie, it made me sad just a teeny bit.

Before leaving though, Dane did the craziest thing. We met up one night right outside my house and he gave me some shit to sign about consent.

He looked scary, but weirdly, I trusted him.

“Are you ready to do what it takes to satisfy me? What you need is someone like me, and I need someone like you.”

I shamelessly nodded before I went through the whole contract. I saw camera use. Recordings and all that sort.

“What's that about?” I was already getting ideas. He wanted to film?

“I like to watch later. Consent.”

He was asking for consent but at the same time demanding it.

“You mean all our future sexual activities?”

“Just the ones I decide to record, but yes, I'd like to record fucking you. I just want your lawful permission. That's how I do things.” I was already dreaming of the day. My body shivered at his voice.

“Do I have a say?”

He nodded.

“You do now, before you sign.” I contemplated a little. I might like to watch too, I guess.

“Is it fun?”

I watched a smile form on his lips. He was rather amused.

“Good girl. Now you're asking the right questions. Consent and find out for yourself. Don't worry, it's safe with me.”

I said fuck it internally and signed it, and after that evening, he didn't come into work up until now that Brittany has me in my dad's room she shares with him now, her closet, helping her pick out a dress.

She's so excited, telling me all about how he said he wants to take her out to dinner in a fancy restaurant as an appreciation for the painting. He even hung it on the wall by his bedside. Dad's so cool.

I guess I'm happy for her.

We spent over thirty minutes because she couldn't decide. Eventually she went for a light blue dress. She looked so beautiful.

When dad also dressed up, they left the house for their date.

……..

Oh my God, they got engaged?

What the fuck? What the fuck?

Brittany ran straight to my room that night wearing a glittery diamond ring, it was very eye blinding. She kept squealing and shouting in excitement.

For me, I just forced a smile because now she's going to be my step mum, and I was also very surprised that dad actually took her seriously.

Of course I went to meet my dad outside after at one of the many balconies in the mansion. He was drinking, unwinding I guess. He does it regularly. He looked rather accomplished.

I didn't even exchange pleasantries or anything, I just made myself comfortable on a seat right opposite him and started firing down.

“You're marrying her? Isn't it rushed–”

“Rushed?” He smiled like I was an idiot or naive.

“You don't know about Brittany. Let me tell you. I love her. I love her so much.” He sounded like he meant it.

“Hmm–”

“I do. I met her at a local market, getting some stuff. She didn't even recognize me at first. I stepped on her accidentally and she just yelled at me. I assume she was just having a bad day, but still, I got instant attraction. It was hot to have someone get mad at me for once.”

“Wow.” Now that's a shocker.

“Yes. I apologized and paid for all the stuff she was getting and it was when I gave her my business card to see later that she realized who I was. She absolutely didn't give a single fuck though. I knew I had to get her, so here we are months later. I'm so happy to be getting married to her. Crazy she said yes to me. I'm lucky.”

I just looked at the way my dad was dreamily staring out the balcony as he spoke about her. Yeah, that's a finished man.

“She's perfect. She does so much for us. I enjoy fresh meals, wonderful company, a soft, understanding woman…”

I couldn't help but let my thoughts stray right to mom. It kind of hurt a bit, even though I prefer living with him.

“What about mum?” His countenance completely changed.

“We don't have to do that.”

“Why did she divorce you?” I was beyond curious.

“You'll have to ask her then. Shit happens. Trust me, we tried. Your mom is, well, she's…we are okay. I just sent her an invitation to the wedding by the way.”

The fucking nerve. Well, I guess it was okay for them to do that. The co-parenting so far wasn't bad at all. I wondered what she would say or what her reaction would be.

“Do you miss her though? Even a little bit?”

He thinned his lips. His eyes were rather…teary at this point.

“Doesn't matter. This conversation should stop, please. Are you going to be mean and difficult to your future step mom?”

I shook my head. Of course not. I like her.

“Nope.”

“Then we are good. Oh, and you can't drink that. Go back to your room.” He was referring to the glass of alcohol I was eyeing. I knew he wasn't going to continue drinking as he's had enough.

He rose to his feet and started heading back in.

“I'm twenty three.” I reminded him.

“Still can't drink it.” He was soon out of sight.

Oh I'm so drinking. I sent the drink straight to my throat, and it burned.

…………..

It's been two months. Dane has kept me aching and desperate, so of course, I proceeded to find it elsewhere.

That ‘elsewhere’ did nothing for me. Just a regular fuck that left me even more needy than ever. He kept calling me but I blocked him everywhere because I was beyond pissed. I shouldn't have done that because now my thirst only multiplied.

Dane disappeared for almost three fucking months. I fought texting several times. Good thing I never did. Older workers said he did this periodically but still, how is that okay? Just, radio silence.

Well, today is Brittany's wedding day. I mean, my dad's wedding day–you get the gist.

How mom reacted when she was told or at least when she arrived days back for the wedding? Like a weird saint. She didn't bring her bitch cat with her, good.

Mom wasn't pissed, but she wasn't the most excited either. It almost felt like she was doing a job coming here totally. At least she was cordial with Brittany.

Mom's so pretty though, and after a while she seemed to ease with Brittany. I even caught them gossiping and laughing together a couple of times, it was almost terrifying.

I wondered what happened between mom and dad though, and I couldn't figure out a thing by their body language either. They were super chill.

I'm the chief bridesmaid of course. Oh, did I tell you Brittany had no one to attend for her? Dad knows the full details but she's mostly an orphan and she suffered all her life bla bla bla. Really sad, that's why we were all here for her.

Unfortunately I didn't have a chief groomsman to be paired with since my friendship life is sad.

Of course until that crazy man waltzed right back into my life like he never left.

I was in the living room with my dad when he invited himself in, wearing a black suit with a rose sitting pretty on his chest pocket.

“Dane, just in time. I thought you'd never make it.” Dad was pretty pumped.

He just smiled. Fuck. He looked exactly like the devil. His scent quickly overpowered the whole room. Aura shook in fear around this man. He didn't even steal one single glance at me.

“I had time to come back. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. Oh and Millie, he's your groomsman for today, chief groomsman. I hope that's okay with you, Dane?”

What? He's doing that? He still barely looked at me.

“Absolutely, I can manage.”

Manage me? Excuse me? I rolled my eyes.

“Good, because I'm leaving to get my ass married.” Dad was soon gone, it was just the two of us, and I was boiling.

I simply turned around and headed upstairs, straight for my room. I had no interest in seeing him. I made it up the stairs without a trace of him but somehow, just when I reached my door, he pushed me in gently, let himself in and shut it with a rather aggressive thud.

I felt so small, and embarrassed. My room looked like someone vomited crazy pink in it, but whatever, it's still better than his ugly stupid room. He looked around but didn't seem to comment on it, good.

He finally looked at me, like really looking at me from head to toe. He's so crazy to even be in here with me. What if we got caught?

“You're back…” I spoke, my voice betraying me. I missed him so much. He just stared, his eyes lingering on my body for seconds longer than necessary. I already had my dress on, makeup done, just hair left. I really looked like a princess.

“Yes, I'm back.” Then the man sprinted, and I mean, sprinted, towards me. He had me right against my door in seconds and tried to kiss me, but I dodged at the last second.

“You don't just show up from nowhere and try to kiss me!”

“I'm your fucking daddy, Princess.” Then he pressed his lips to mine anyway, jacking both my wrists over my head and pressing himself against me as he kissed me like I was fucking crack.

He was groaning and moaning and intoxicating the hell out of my soul. No way I was surviving this.