Am I Daddy Novels & Stories

I ask him though I already have an idea who is it. "I forget the full name but I think it's Chino." Daddy replied and there I confirm my hunch. It was chino indeed. "What now? Care to explain why your account is almost depleted?" Daddy asked, he was obviously angry, another thing he disliked was to squander our money. "Don't worry, dad. I'll fix this." I reply. "Where are you now, dad?" I asked and I can't help but swallow my saliva hoping that he wouldn't notice that I was trying to change our topic.

“Can I call you Daddy?” His jaw flexed but he didn't step away, or stop looking at me. “Why would you do that?” I'm not your father.” I didn't let his words move me, instead I became bolder, while my fingers traced the rim of the glass. The cool water from the jug did nothing to lower the heat between my thighs. “Because it feels right,” I said softly, and as innocently as possible. “You’re the father figure in my life now. Calling you Alpha feels distant. I want to call you Daddy when we’re alone.”

“I-I’m so close.” “I missed the part where that’s my problem.” Addison doesn’t know whether she wants to cry or scream. “Please… Please, daddy … I-I’ll do anything...” Just like every other time when Addison addresses Javan as ‘daddy’, the man seems to get weak. “Aw… My poor baby. Are you that desperate to cum?” Blushing a little, Addison nods. She sighs in relief when Javan flashes her a soft smile. “Then I guess I'll have to do something about that."

I smiled despite myself. “I need to stop at Yoda,” Mom suddenly announced. “What for?” “I need to buy pasta.” “We have three packs at home.” Dad said. “I know.” “So… why are we buying more?” “Because I want to.” Dad sighed dramatically. “Amanda, we’ve barely picked Sierra up.” “It’ll only take five minutes.” He shot me a helpless glance in the rearview mirror. “See what I live with?” I laughed. “Just drive, Tony.” With the long-suffering patience of a man who had clearly lost this argument many times before, Dad flicked on the indicator and took the next turn toward Yoda Mart.

“That’s exactly my problem. I want to forget all of them. I was happy. I don’t know why he had to come back into my life.” Rafaella smirked. “But admit it… he’s hot, huh?” I glared at her. “Can you not?” She laughed. “If you don’t want him, I’ll take him. He can be my daddy.” I rolled my eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at my lips. “You’re impossible.”

“You only care about yourself. I begged you to quit your job. I have money! Heck I can buy the whole state if I wanted to!” “Your father has the money Jayden,” I corrected in a cool, detached tone and his face turned red with anger. Let’s just say he didn’t like being compared to his father. “Screw you Katie,” he said helping Carol with her dress and an obvious realization that I had been too dumb to notice hit me like a fiegn truck. “How… how long has this been going on?”

Haven't they seen me in countless FaceTime calls and exchanged messages, sharing bits of our lives? The lack of immediate recognition left me puzzled, wondering if their reaction mirrored my own astonishment. I haven't changed much in the last week we had FaceTimed, have I? Then realization dawned upon me like an avalanche. They are not staring at me but at the tattoos marring my body. Was that disapproval on their faces? Perfect. Just what I need after the day I had. "Rora?" My father called, but it was more like a question which made me snap out of my little self-pitying.

She was so dramatic. Ama beamed at me, her eyes glowing. “He’s my superhero.” My smile faltered. Just a little. Not enough for her to notice. He may have saved her from the fire… but who was going to save her from the kind of heartbreak he specialized in? “I like him, Mommy. I really do,” Ama said, hopping down from the bed and wrapping her arms around my waist. She tilted her face up to look at me. “And now that he’s my daddy, no one will call me a bastard again.”

Sure she hears the word on TV from kid shows, I read the word to her from books, but I never took the liberty to explain it to her. And today after my words to Amanda, my daughter is asking me this question? What sort of cruel game is fate playing with me!? "Mommy? "Angela's voice pulls me back to the room, and I stare at my little blonde angel who's now standing below me, and looking up at me. "Is daddy a bad thing? "She questions, and my heart breaks. I quickly stoop down and pick my little girl up. "No, honey. Daddy is not a bad thing. It's a very good thing. "I reply while battling the prodigal tears that are escaping my eyes.

I was going to fucking love tonight. "Daddy, I have to see you. I need to see you badly" "Hell, I will be home soon too. You'll find a lingerie in bed. Wear that for daddy" "As daddy wishes."