Daddy’s Girl

The house is very spacious. Everything looks dark and old school, yet also quite expensive and luxurious. I don't know if it was what I expected from Liam's house, but now that I'm here I can tell that it makes sense.

My eyes travel everywhere absorbing as much as possible as I follow my mate's father around the house until we come to a living room.

"My name is Fidel Fierro, by the way. I'm Liam's father," he mentions, as if it wasn't extremely obvious, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Just water is fine," I murmur as I take a seat on one of the vintage couches. Fidel nods and walks over to the small bar, pours himself a drink and grabs a bottle of water for me, "Thank you, Sir. My name is Isabella Mihdi."

Fidel remains frozen in the same spot for almost five seconds, but then he manages to break out of the transe and he sits down in the couch across from me. He stays silent as I sip my water, looking at me with intense interest that makes me feel extremely nervous.

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