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Daddy, Please Make Me Yours -057-
~*JUNE*~I knew it.Of course this was what Andrew wanted to talk about.The same old "I miss you" speech, followed by another desperate attempt to get me back.Foolish me for thinking he was going to tell me something else. Something actually important, something worth dragging myself back here for.I guess I gave him far too much credit.Though, truth be told, I sure as hell didn't expect him to threaten to kill himself if I didn't take his ass back.You've got to be fucking kidding me.Like I'm actually going to believe that.It's just another one of his classic manipulative games, and he's a fucking pro at them.I've fallen for his bullshit more times than I care to admit, but I'm not falling for it again."Please, June. Give us another chance. I promise you won't regret it," he pleads.I shake my head. "That’s not going to happen. I’ve moved on, Andrew. You need to do the same.""So that's it?" He looks at me, his expression falling. "There's really no chance for us anymore?""No
Daddy, Please Make Me Yours -056-
~*JUNE*~I'm immobilized.My feet are practically glued to the concrete, and my finger is hovering inches from the doorbell like I'm about to launch a missile instead of pressing a fucking button.I've been standing outside Andrew's porch for God knows how long. Long enough for the afternoon sun to disappear and the sky to turn a dusky orange.The shadows have stretched across the driveway, swallowing the hedges and the familiar curve of the mailbox.Very welcoming.Damn it, June. Forget about your damn surroundings and just press the doorbell. It's a fucking doorbell. That's what it's there for.But apparently, my hand has decided that today is the perfect day to stop cooperating with me.Fuck.I stare at the door, silently willing myself to just get it over with. How hard can pressing a fucking doorbell be?There is absolutely nothing terrifying about it.So why does my heart feel like it's trying to punch its way out of my chest?My throat suddenly feels dry, and I swallow hard, my
Daddy, Please Make Me Yours -055-
~*JUNE*~There it is.The big fucking problem.As if deciding which house to take wasn't already difficult enough, the prices are practically through the roof.They're high enough to make me question whether these houses come with a private island and a personal chef.Like, who the fuck decided these houses should cost this much?Whoever came up with these ridiculous prices needs to be hunted down and thrown in prison.If this isn't daylight robbery, I honestly don't know what is.There is absolutely nothing about this place that justifies that price.Aside from a little bit of aesthetic here and there and the fact that it's located in the center of the city, I can't even see what else could possibly justify the ridiculous rent.The paint job isn't even nice. The entire place is painted white, making it look like a fucking hospital.If I actually decide to take this place, the first thing I'm doing is changing the damn paint."I think this is the one," Tyler says, strolling back out fr
Daddy, Please Make Me Yours -054-
~*JUNE*~I never imagined keeping myself under control would become such a difficult task—one I'd repeatedly fail at.My heart just won't stop hammering against my chest like an overexcited puppy, and my pulse refuses to settle down no matter how many times I try to calm myself. It feels like someone has fucked with the brakes and left the damn thing stuck in accelerator mode.And the most fascinating part?Any time my mind drifts to Mr. Macaulay, my traitorous pussy pulses at the illicit thought of him.I feel like a whore.A happy whore, at that.With how ridiculously pleased I am, I might as well go find myself a motherfucking pole and start a new career.Jesus fucking Christ.What the hell is wrong with me?A few minutes ago, I had to force myself to stop letting out tiny screeches of joy because Mr. John, the security guard stationed at the far end of the hall, kept shooting me glares sharp enough to curdle milk.But honestly, can you blame me?After everything that happened in Mr
Daddy, Please Make Me Yours -053-
~*JUNE*~Here I am, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this man has suddenly become all lovey-dovey with me overnight.Not that I'm complaining.I actually love it.Call me cheap, desperate, or attention-starved, whatever. I love—and desperately want—every bit of attention my married boss has suddenly decided to shower me with.And just when I thought things couldn't possibly get any better, he goes and flips the script by asking me to be his date for a dinner party.Wow.Just... wow.But wait.What about his wife?Why isn't he asking her to be his date instead?Mr. Macaulay gives my hands, still wrapped in his, a gentle squeeze, pulling me from my crowded thoughts. I blink, refocusing on him.Gosh… those eyes.There's something about them that completely enchants me every single time I look into them."I'm still waiting for your answer, darling," he says, his thumbs gently brushing over the backs of my hands."Uhh... I would really love to go—""So that's a yes?" he cu
Daddy, Please Make Me Yours -052-
~*JUNE*~For the hundred and first time, I finally decide that getting back to work is a good thing.A very good thing. The best thing, actually.Okay, fine. Tyler might have been the main driving force behind my sudden realization.The annoying bastard spent the entire weekend going on and on about how I needed to get back to work, as though I hadn't already heard him the first fifty times.And, annoyingly enough, his constant nagging seems to have worked.He can be a convincing asshole sometimes.Actually, who am I kidding? Sometimes is being generous. He's a convincing asshole most of the time.And apparently, I'm easily convinced.So here I am, standing outside Mr. Macaulay's office like some sort of creep, debating whether I should go in and tell him I've officially resumed work or simply sit my ass down at my dusty desk and wait for him to come out.Then I could wave at him and say, "Hi, Mr. Macaulay. I'm back at work."No. I can't do that.That sounds fucking lame. And stupid a
Daddy, Please Make Me Yours -004-
~*JUNE*~If I say breaking up with Andrew didn't hurt, I’m lying.Because this shit hurts like hell.I press my palms against my eyes, trying to push the tears back in, but they won’t listen.They keep falling, hot and relentless, carving dark tracks through the mascara running down my face.I bite
Daddy, Please Make Me Yours -003-
~*JUNE*~I spin on my stool so fast I almost topple over.“Where is he?” I ask, feeling my heart lurch in my chest.“Over there,” Tyler says, pointing toward the VIP booth.My eyes follow his finger, and the world seems to slow, the music fading into a dull roar.Andrew and Maddie come into view, ba
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~*JUNE*~“I still love Maddie. I still love her so fucking much. The only reason I dated you was to get back at her for leaving me.”Andrew’s words slam into me, echoing in my skull.For a second, everything goes still.My thoughts spin as my vision begins to blur.My chest tightens so painfully it
Daddy, Please Make Me Yours -001-
~*JUNE*~“Fuck… your pussy so tight, baby. I love how good you feel,” my boyfriend, Andrew, groans against my ear.His words melt into me, sending a shiver racing down my spine.Slowly, he rolls his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into me inch by inch until I can’t hold back the gasp that esc
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