26

Ten days later, Axel was out with his friends, and her mom was away at the market.

She'd ordered Isabelle to deliver food to her stepfather at his office; he was the CEO of a fairly big company. As she entered the company building, she marvelled at the structure.

She met the receptionist and asked her to show her the way to Mr Grant's office. The receptionist, Mrs Gina Klaus, asked her if she had an appointment with him.

Isabelle then said she was his new daughter and her mom had asked her to deliver his meals.

The brown-haired woman nodded and soon gave her directions. After thanking her, she took the elevator and got to the right floor. However, her stepdad's secretary stopped her from entering; the latter stated that he had a meeting with two big clients, and she nodded.

"It's fine. I'll wait here. Thank you, sir," she smilingly said, and the secretary went back into the office.

A few minutes later, the two men with whom her stepdad had been discussing came out with him.

"Let me send you off then," Grant said with his hands in his pockets.

"Ah, no need. Oh, who's this little girl?" one of the middle-aged men asked upon looking in Isabelle's direction.

'I'm not little,' Isabelle said in her mind, but she still flashed a polite smile.

"Good day, sir, I'm called Isabelle," she curtsied.

"Good. Good." The man nodded in approval.

"She's my daughter," Grant pointed out.

"Oh! She's this big?!"

Isabelle felt like rolling her eyes. Just seconds ago, this rat-faced man had called her little. Now, because he found her relationship with his business client, she'd suddenly become big. Ptui!

Nevertheless, she still maintained an amicable smile while the men left without her stepdad following them.

Once they were out of sight, Grant turned to face her with an apologetic look. "Sorry, dear. Did you stand long?"

She shook her head, "No, Dad, or should I call you, Mr CEO?"

He chuckled, "I'm your dad no matter which situation we are in."

"Got it," she tittered and then slightly swayed her body from side to side.

"Okay." Then he gazed at the lunch box in her hand and inquired. "My wife asked you to bring me lunch?"

"Yeah. She went shopping... for you."

"Oh, I get it." He chuckled and ushered her to come in.

"No need. I just want to drop this box. I have things to do at home." She flatly refused.

"Come on," he urged, "Don't you wanna see what daddy's office looks like?"

"O-Okay," she nodded and followed him in.

His office was quite breathtaking, with even a painting of a setting sun and a calm sea.

"I have taste, don't I?" her stepfather asked, smilingly as he put the lunch box on the desk."Mr Morrison, please tell Mr Fayes to prepare the documents, we'll be needing them soon."

"Yes, sir," his secretary nodded and turned to leave.

"Oh, and also, you can go to your daughter,"

"Huh?" the secretary turned back.

"I know how much you want to be at her performance today, no?" Mr Grant raised an eyebrow in askance.

"But..."

"It's fine. Your daughter needs good memories. You can go."

"But there's still much for..."

"It's okay. Cancel the meeting with the Johns. I wouldn't work with them in the first place," Isabelle's stepdad said lazily.

"Did one of them offend you?" the secretary was compelled to ask.

"Two of them in fact. No more questions. Please, hurry to meet your daughter. A chance to bond with your loved one is something precious," Grant urged.

At that, the secretary did a 90-degree bow and thanked his boss profusely before rushing out with his phone ringing.

"That man..." Grant shook his head with a smile. "...his wife left him and their daughter when she was just born. He's been taking care of her all by himself. Hopefully, he can find a good stepmom for her."

"Poor thing. Maybe I can go over to cheer for his little princess. Where's her school?" Izzy said with a sentimental tone.

"I thought you said you had stuff to do at home," her stepdad queried, arching a quizzical brow at her.

"Well..." she shrugged, "I feel those things can wait. As long as I can add to a little girl's happiness,"

"I view him like family. You want to be my employee's darling?"

"What? No. I'm not going for him. I don't even like him that way. I just... You know what? Forget it," she rose from her seat and turned to leave.

"Come on, girl, don't go. I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry, okay?"

Sighing with arms folded, she turned around to sit once more.

"When you're done with your food, I'll take the box back home," she noted.

"Okay," Grant said, sitting in his official chair and spinning it around a few times, causing her to titter.

"What? A big man can't have his playful side in front of family?" he cocked a brow at her, which made her more amused.

"Yeah, yeah, you can, Dad,"

"Um, the meeting with those two bastards actually sort of stressed my brain cells. I gotta cool it off." he rose from his seat and cracked his knuckles, "If you mind, you can go home and do your stuff," he offered.

"I don't mind. I'll be busy gaming."

"Oh. That Death Arena that Axel also loves."

"Yeah," she nodded her head, clicking on the game's application.

"Alright, be sure to win."

"I will. It will be like shooting fish in a barrel," she said confidently. She didn't meet the likes of Axel every day.

She soon got engrossed in playing a 5v5 match with some formidable enemies. Though they were skilled, she was busy slaying and taking down towers.

Suddenly, she heard a loud thud and then a groan of pain. She immediately stood, putting down the phone on the desk. That caused her chosen game character, Destina, a female orc fighter with two hammers, to die, ending her 30-kill streak. But she didn't care about it; one death couldn't decide the outcome of the game.

She rushed to the bathroom door and knocked, "D-Dad, are you alright?" she called out in a frantic voice.

"I-I'm fine. I only slipped. Ay, my leg!"

"Let me go get help," she ran towards the entrance door of the office, only to find it locked. She tried to force it open to no avail.

Worriedly, she ran back to the bathroom door. "Dad, I can't open the door. W-what's going on?"

"Come inside and help me."

"What?" she thought she had heard wrong.

"I'm not indecent if that's what you're worried about." She heard him say with a groan. "Ow... You know what? It's fine. I'll just crawl to the door," he proposed.

She opened the door cautiously, only to see her stepdad standing with a white towel wrapped around his waist. It stopped at his thighs. His ripped body and solid abs were on display.

"You..." Her face became red, and she left the bathroom, feeling a mix of embarrassment and rage.

"This prank isn't funny, Dad!" she raged in contrast to his chuckle.

"Stop laughing!" she yelled, pounding the wooden desk. At that moment, she saw 'Defeat!' on her phone screen and her rage heightened.

"You're dead, Mr Grant!" With that, she started chasing him all over the office. A few minutes later, he suddenly stopped and she ran into him.

They fell onto the brown couch while her mouth was pressed into his bare chest.

Quickly, she got off him.

"Why are you looking away?" he asked, standing up from the couch and letting his towel fall deliberately.

"You aren't a virgin. Plus, you think I don't know you're more than step-siblings with Axel?"

His words made her eyes dilate, and she gasped in shock, turning around only to see him in his bare glory.

"If you want me to keep shut, you know what to do," he grinned.

"This... Dad... He was my crush before..." she tried to defend.

"That doesn't matter, girl. Serve me well this once, and I'll keep shut forever," he ordered.

She thought for a while and let out a defeated sigh.

"Y-Yes, Dad," she knelt before him and took a proper look at his member.

Gosh, he didn't lose to Axel at all. The saying 'Like father, like son' was true in this case.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked, staring down at her conceitedly.

Without a response, she started pleasing him down there.

At first, she felt repulsed and guilty, but all that soon flew away. Lust began to build up inside her, and she began to please him passionately.

"My office is soundproof," he disclosed, and on hearing that, she began to slurp his cock like it was the tastiest candy in the entire globe.

She would look at him from time to time as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, as if seeking some sign of his approval.

He soon grabbed her hair and made her engulf more of his dick to the point she felt like choking.

Afterward, he pulled out of her mouth. "You like it? Be honest with me,"

She nodded, licking her lips, "Yes, Daddy. More," she pleaded, her eyes couldn't leave the erect fat cock in front of her.

Subconsciously, she was bringing her mouth closer, wanting to capture that tasty dick once more. That gorgeous dick... Just a little more and she can...

A light slap made her look up at him like a wronged, pampered mistress of a noble house.

"What's with that face?"

"Daddy..." she appealed.

"Open your mouth," he instructed, and she immediately heeded his order.

"Do a dance with your tongue," was his next command.

Wasting no second, she began to twirl her tongue in her mouth, sporadically licking her lips.

"Now, kiss my dick," he ordered, and she inched her head forward with twinkling eyes. She licked the tip of his shaft and then began to plant kisses.

"Suck it,"

"Yes, Daddy,"

She started sucking on his cock like tomorrow was doomsday, noisily and lustfully with fervency.

She pumped his dick, breathing in his manly scent and loving it all the more.

"Hands down,"

She put down her hands, placing them on her thighs and, without pausing for even a split second, she continued to suck on his dick.

He held her head once more and made her go faster on his tool of pleasure.

Then he began thrusting inside her wildly, and she gave no resistance, thoroughly liking the fact that he was doing this. Taking in his manly fragrance, she was already feeling a stirring between her legs.