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Daddy said in a low voice. “I will, Sir.” “You can now call us Mom and Dad,” I saw the anger in Callum's eyes when Daddy said that so I frowned. What is his problem? “Okay, Mom, Dad. You can also call me Callum now.” I saw how disgust pass by in his mysterious eyes. Mommy and Daddy nodded. Kiana, on the other hand, was quiet on the side and just listened to us. “If you don't take good care of my brother, you can fight me." My eyes widened at Kiana's threat.

I just couldn't believe that he didn't notice his father's fury as he spoke about his past. "I loved every moment with Daddy Jordan!" Kayden finally asserted, making me pause for a split second. 'Did I hear clearly or was it just me hallucinating?' I thought Inwardly, staring at Kayden who kept chuckling. "Wait, did he just call you Daddy, Jordan?" I raised my left eyebrow, posing the question and anticipating his response. I needed am explanation because I couldn't bare seeing or hearing them call him Daddy. "He…" Jordan tried saying but Jason cut in abruptly.

" FYI, it's Dave, not Mave! Where the fuck are you we're waiting at Stacey's house." "FYI, I don't give a fuck about your name; Dave or Mave you're still a dick thirsty bitch! And I will be there in a minute." "You slimy..." and there goes my finger pressing the end button to that call. 'You can be such a bitch sometimes,' my inner voice says. 'I know right' was my spicy reply.

He’s really caring despite he was facing a crisis in his company. “I will, Daddy…” words came out from my mouth without even a clutch. I didn’t need to make it up with him if he thinks of something about that. “U-Uh… is that right? D-Did you call me… Daddy?” he asked me, stammering. I chortled. “Yeah. You’re the triplets Daddy,” I said. “I mean… you just called me Daddy was that supposed to mean?” he questioned again. I smirked. “Hmm, just want to call you that,” I answered. “It’s just an endearment.”

He laughs nervously " I guess that makes sense, but please, you can call me any other nickname, don't just call me honey, it's just that's what Jesse use to call me". He gasps "I won't, how about I call you sweetie, or baby or chipmunk". I chuckle "chipmunk?". "Yes, you can call me daddy". I laugh " Why will I do that?" "I like being called daddy, try it". I shake my head " No way"

"Just like that daddy..... no wait.., i didn't mean... stop slapping it like that!" I gasped at the word. Daddy. My dick twitched, I loved the name so much, Even if it slipped out all fuzzy and accidental while he was still half-gone. I froze for half a second, my hand hovering, then burst out laughing. "Daddy? Oh my god, did you just call me daddy? While I'm slapping your hole like it's a naughty little toy? That's fucking gold. You are so out of it right now it's hilarious."

he says pulling me close toward a hug, I smiled, enjoying being praised and hugged, it makes me feel so much better. "Daddy demon," I say deciding to ask him the question that was in my head. "Yes, princess? It's daddy no need to call me a demon," he says, but he is one. "What's your name?" I ask him, I keep calling him Mr. Demon Daddy in my head. "It's just daddy for you," he says making me whine, no fair.

“Right now, your daddy ain't here. He gave you up. For the next hour, he doesn't exist, so you might as well call me daddy.” I smirk, squirming as his fingers circle my nipples. “You're such a pervert, daddy.” I never once thought that word was sexy until a guy tweaking my nipples held me in his lap and demanded I call him it. It'd probably make me wet if I wasn't already so. “Goddamn,” Jason says, “she's not even calling me daddy, but it's fucking hot anyway.” Chris chimes in, “That's okay. I'm fine if we're just a couple of uncles.”

I want to pout and complain but I won’t. “Wait, Daddy? What is with that Daddy all of a sudden?” He is smiling, his lips pressing against my neck teasingly. “Well, Kitten, as much as being called Sir makes my hand twitch, Daddy makes me hard.” Smiling at him, I can’t stop myself. I am going to get in trouble today. “Is that right, Sir? Do you like to be called Daddy more? Well, I guess if you like being called Daddy, I will be the perfect Kitten for you, Sir, and call you Daddy”

"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!!!