And I Stopped Calling You Daddy Book Novels & Stories

Twenty minutes passed while I sat there contemplating my options, which ranged from trying to explain myself to Brynn before Julie got to her, to fleeing the country and assuming a new identity. Neither seemed particularly viable. Then I heard it, drifting up from the kitchen. Julie’s voice, clear and matter-of-fact, delivering her intelligence report. “Mama, Daddy was doing big stretches.” The words hit me like a physical blow, my entire body going still as I processed what she’d just said. Daddy. She’d called me Daddy. Not “the man” or “Darius” or even “him,” but Daddy, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She paused, her little eyebrows pinched together in a distressed frown as she tried to remember what to call him. “Call me Daddy, Love.”

“Jigoo!” He stopped for a moment. “Call me daddy first.” “What?!” I burst out laughing. “Call me Daddy,” he insisted. “You’re too young to be a sugar daddy!” I protested. And he tickled me again. “Okay, okay. Daddy…!” I gasped. He panted. “I knew it was going to sound hot when it came from your lips.” What was he up to now? “Is that okay?” “Now, repeat after me… fuck me, daddy.”

"Love, move backwards against the sink so I can raise your legs up." Cal spread my legs and I wrapped them around his waist. His eyes never left mine. That gaze of his, cold, and penetrating, I just wished he could penetrate me so my body could calm the fuck down. Too much anticipation. "From now on, don't call me by my name. Call me daddy," he said. I bit my lower lip. It sounded like we were too mature for that but I liked the name. "Say it!" "Daddy." "Say it!"

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

“Let's just be friends that hang out with each other more, okay?” She nodded, focused back on the game. I studied her face, how sucken her eyes were, the dark circles underneath them..her hollow blown out cheeks. She has a little of my lipgloss on her lips, which she licked subconsciously. My phone rang. “Sorry, let me get this,” I said. “Hello?” “Sera,” Marcus’ voice made me instantly hot. “Hi, Daddy,” I said, biting the inside part of my cheeks. “I need to see you baby girl,” he replied. I heard the sounds of cars wheezing by. “Where?”

“Now, listen to me. From now on, I am your daddy, and you’re going to tell Daddy everything about you, alright? Everything, and there’s no holding back. Everything about you matters to me, alright?” “Yes, daddy,” I whispered, feeling like I could melt right there. “And drop the ‘Mr. Bennett.’ Call me Alex. I’ll call you Flora, my flower.” “Yes, daddy,” I repeated, biting my lip as his gaze held me, intense and steady. “Good girl,” he said and finally—agonizingly—stepped back, and I instantly missed his warmth. His hands held me as if to steady me, his eyes dark with lustful hunger, while my thighs were soaked, my thoughts dizzy with everything that had just happened.

It was fun to see her very cute face. "How's your day, Camilla? How are you and baby?" Daddy asked me. "It's good. How about you Dad, Mom?" I asked. "So far my day is really good," my father said with a smile. I just smiled and so did mommy and daddy. They invited me to join them for dinner. And as I expected, they looked for Ransom. "Where's Ransom?"daddy asked me. "He Left earlier. Someone called his phone and it seems important," I answered.

"Look at me. Do you still love me?" He didn't answer. But the muscles in his jaw tensed, his hands clenched at his sides. "I can see it. So why are you doing this? What's really going on?" "Sera." "Yes?" He took a long breath, then uttered words that shattered what was left of my hope. "Don't call me Gabriel anymore." "What?" "I am your daddy. So don't call me by my name anymore. Call me daddy." I wanted to hit him. Wanted to slap that face until he came to his senses. But my hands only trembled at my sides.

Kinky called his attention. He chuckled at what he called him "Call me daddy,okay?." "Why should I call you daddy?, Our teacher said we call our parents daddy and mummy" she pout. "That's because I'm your daddy,so you should called Daddy" He laughed. "No,I will call my daddy something else like I called my mummy prettylady" She said as Noah place her on his laps. "So what are you going to call me?" Naoh asked. The noise from the kitchen made them stop their conversation and head to the Kitchen. T.B.C