All Chapters of Call Me Daddy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amelia's POVI was sitting, staring into space on one of my kitchen stools when she walked in, with a travelling bag. She was all packed. I saw red. She was disadvantaged, but she could've told me. At this point, she was part of them, part of the people that betrayed me. I tried to help her, and she was playing in my face as well.Seeing her after the news and everything, it was hard.“Come sit down, and tell me everything. Including what you did, everything from beginning to end, how you know my dad. I just broke up with Dane.”“I'm ready to leave. I just want to be done with this. You'll hate me anyway.” She was rather timid, but she was clearly being a bitch. How did I miss this before? She just wanted to leave? Leave and go where? Even the way she spoke like she was exhausted and done, it pissed me off. She should care that I'm fucked right now. Plus, what would those reporters say if they saw the very woman my father beat up, coming out of my house if she did leave? Wasn't she

Amelia's POV“You were just speaking with him?”“How? What?” A gasp escaped my lips, realization hitting me.“Oh my gosh, that's THE Alexander? Just chilling meters away from me?”“Yes. Wasn't it obvious?”I shook my head. “No. You said nothing when you saw him with my mom that night.”“I mean, I didn't feel the need to.”“Wow, and he's with my mom. I'm going to freak out—”He shook his head.“Your mom is cooler than my dad please. Relax, he's the parasite here, I promise.”I just laughed. Desmond had a way with words.“Anyway….”He was looking at me, up and down like all he wanted to do was eat me. I decided to clear him straight up.“I'm not sleeping with you. It was such a bad breakup. I'm not ready. It's just…it's not happening. Let's just hang out.”“Sure. My bad.” He stepped away from me. I didn't find that very convincing.“I know you're a very bad boy. This cute boy aesthetic you have going on won't work on me, just so you know, so don't bother trying.”He just smiled, a very

Amelia's POV“Quick, call Chris, call him!”What? Chris? Is she out of her mind?“Call Chris!” I had to listen because she was literally screaming and my dad was at home. She was so out of character, and she looked like she was in so much pain, it was killing her. I didn't even know what to do, but I knew she needed to be in the hospital.When I called Chris, he wasted no time in looking for a solution.Dad seemed to hear her screaming, and he also rushed into the room.“Honey! Honey! Let's take you to the hospital!”He tried to reach her, still trying to gather her bags, but Brittany saw red, she wasn't having it, it was almost like she exploded.“Don't speak to me, you woman beater! I don't know what you did to get out of that, but all I know is that you're a disgusting man. Stay away from that hospital, and I'm serious. If you don't, anything you see, you take it like that.”He turned to me, his resolve weakened. He couldn't even talk back at her, and I loved how she had him wrappe

Amelia's POVA sharp groan escaped me. I don't want to do this.What choice did I have? My screen lit up as I dialed his number and put a call across.As though he had been waiting for my call, he picked up on the first second of the first ring.“Hey.” That single word seemed to heat up my body from nowhere, which was a shock to me, because I thought I had gotten over him?Suddenly I had an itch at the back of my head.“Uhm…Hi, Dane.”“How are you? I wasn't expecting your call.”“I know. I just…I kind of need your help with something….” Even the words stung to say because where did I even find such audacity?“Sure. I'll help you with anything.”My knees almost buckled. This was exactly how I ended up falling for him the first time, aside from the hot sex. He's so deliciously charming, it was almost annoying to think he was like this with other women, even though we are broken up.“Okay, thank you. First off, Brittany's missing.”Silence for almost a minute.“I heard.” Wow. “Oh…you di

Amelia's POVThe silence was thick in the air.I shook my head slowly, a bitter smile playing on my lips. It made no sense. She couldn't be part of the FBI, I was refusing.Wait, did she just call me sweetie? After what she just did to my dad on national TV? She had to be out of her fucking mind.“No, you're an artist,” I started off, trying to connect the dots, my eyes darting with maddening intensity. I couldn't connect the damn dots.“Yes…I am.”Of course she was an artist.“I mean Ashley, Ashley Withers.”Her eyes widened, and she took a sudden step back, her hands shaky, her countenance dropped.“That's not true.” She choked out perfectly, trying to mask her shock.“But it is. You're her. I already know, so don't bother lying to me.”Her lips began to tremble, her eyes getting glossier as the seconds rolled by. I could tell standing was getting difficult for her for some reason, but I didn't care. At this point we all had issues. She was causing mine, so she had better start talk