And I Stopped Calling You Daddy Book Novels & Stories

“Yes, you can. Go on, say it. I wanna hear you say my name.” My teeth gritted in fear. It took seconds before I mustered the courage to say it. “Joe,” I whispered it and I was giddy like some silly kindergarten kid. His rich, husky laugh made me melt. Literally. “Not bad. Call me Joe from now on. And then call me Daddy when we're at it.” My cheeks reddened at that. When we're at it? Geez. “Why did you go home?” “Mum needed me.”

“Good evening, sir.” ‘Mr. Graham?’ ‘Sir?’ The distance in those words didn’t sit right with me. I walked up to them, slowly. “Don’t call me that.” I said. They both went confused. “What should we call you then, sir?” Kayden asked politely. “Call me…” I paused briefly, then finished, “Daddy.” How bad I wanted to hear that word. They looked like they weren't sure they heard correctly. Even Hailey turned her head slightly, watching.

"I am a little, Ally." I closed my eyes tight to avoid looking at him. I finally did it, I confessed to Ally. One down, one to go. "Look at me, baby girl. I always knew you are a little." I heard him say making me open my eyes. "Really, how?" I asked. "I am a daddy, Nic." he replied. I stared at him for a while. He is a daddy, but he can't be my own daddy. That made me pout. "What's causing the pout, little miss?" Daddy asked. DID I JUST CALL HIM DADDY!!!

Always be careful, be careful when you go home. I love you. P.M. I let go of the letter I was holding and it was as if I felt electricity and suddenly shivered. "Who are you? Who! Why are you writing like this?" Even though I have no one to talk to, I keep talking. "Stop me, stop using Daddy's initials. This is not yours! You have no right to use it. My Daddy died 2 years ago. That's right!" I said out loud. I was shocked when the door suddenly opened.

His hands release me and I fall forward. That was amazing, and nothing like I have had with anyone before. I feel him remove the gag, rope and blindfold, his hand stroking along my body and there is one questions I have, one thing that keeps coming back. “So, why Daddy?” I never pegged him for that type of guy. “Erm, I don’t know. Just discovered it one day, is it bad? If you find it weird, just ignore it.” He looks worried now. “No, I like it. I just don’t think we should tell my Daddy I call you that name.” His eyes widen. “Mmmm, imagine it, me saying, 'Daddy, I call Uncle Damon Daddy now'.” I smile at him.

he rumbled, the endearment laced with authority, "what's got my needy little baby calling me in the middle of the day? Everything alright?” Katherine bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as she imagined him in his office, that muscular frame tense with work, his thick erection straining against his pants at the thought of her. "Daddy… I just... I want you home for dinner tonight. With me. Please…” He chuckled darkly. “Baby, you know I've got this late meeting. It'll run long, also dinner out with the clients is part of it. Be a good girl and eat without me. I'll make it up to you later.”

And it was the girl who first called him Daddy by herself, even before he had seen Sue. At the party the previous day, he had been in the middle of an important meeting on a video call when some thing was happen not far from where he sat but he didn't have the time to check it out and figured that Gail would take care of whatever it was. Not until a little girl, just a tad bigger than his arms wandered over to him and sat by his trouser legs. On bluetooth, he didn't hear anything but just ignored her, hoping the mother would come to carry her baby. But he saw her mouth moving repeatedly, in the same way over and over and was compelled to remove his bluetooth which he did...

"Oh?" "You saw that stupid book too?" Something in my suddenly calm eyes made him freeze. His pupils exploded. He stared at me in disbelief. "You’ve known this whole time?" I let a cold, thin smile curl my lips. "Of course I did." "Why do you think I stopped loving you out of nowhere?" "Why do you think I latched onto your dad so fast?" I looked down at his instantly devastated face, my voice cutting like ice. "Because the second I learned how our story ends, I saw you as a dead man walking."

The air seemed to freeze in an instant. Layson paused, frowning, his intense gaze locked on my face. He hadn't heard me address him like that in a long time. When I was a kid and first brought to his castle, I used to sweetly call him "Your Majesty". Later, once I understood the feelings I had for him, I refused to use that title anymore. Sometimes, I called him "my Alpha Daddy" or "Daddy", and sometimes, I was bold enough to call him directly by name, "Layson".

"Are you my daddy?" ***