Just Fling With My Billionaire Daddy Novels & Stories

"But, who should we choose? It's not like we can just take any person off the street, mommy is special and has to have a husband that is just as special." "I know." Miguel agreed and placed his hand on his chin in thought, humming. "Just who would be a perfect fit for mommy?" He mused his question out loud. "Oh," Michelle perked up. "I know. Uncle Handsome. Uncle handsome can become our new daddy." She said, grinning from ear to ear. "Uncle Handsome? Ah, you mean uncle Zach. Yes, he's handsome and rich. But, I feel that he and mommy don't really get along."

His eyebrows furrowed as he struggled against the urge to slap Jessica hard so that she would remember not to display audacity in his presence. “When money has done wonders then what is the need for permission,” Jessica said looking at her father's back. She was smiling because the adoration for her father had long gone. And now every action of his would return to him with painful consequences. Darren left and Jessica returned her gaze to Mr.Tenant, and said, “You must have made my father very happy by showing the money but has not he told you I am no longer Lawrence? He has no power over me,” Jessica said, reducing the size of her lips in a way that made her appear cold and distant.

Fiona nearly jumped like a child. She was clutching a small top for a newborn that read— My papa is a sexy billionaire. Pink and blue flowers surrounded it and the words were a mix of pink and blue as well. "I'm taking it." "You should. Your baby's father is indeed a billionaire. Hey, about this one!" Fiona picked up another one and Jasmine's eyes went large. It was a similar top that read— My papa played with many women before. Now he just plays with me. "Definitely not! That's so controversial. Put it back." She dragged Fiona away.

"If I say the child's mine, it's mine. I'll bet a hundred million on it. Dare to wager?" Devon shot him a sidelong glance. "A hundred million? Who are you looking down on? I'll put a billion on the child being mine." With an arm wrapped around my waist, Reuben gave the two of them a disdainful look. "If we're playing, let's play big. I'm putting down 10 billion that this is my child." Devon and Aden exchanged a look before speaking in unison, "Deal." Watching the three of them getting all worked up with their competitive spirits, I quietly raised my hand. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you."

“But you are getting paid to hang on Mr. Kincaid’s arm?” I sighed. “Dad, I spent all my savings trying to get you out. But, I mean, you know I don’t have two million dollars. Then Emma told me about how some girls do this … er … sugar baby thing to get extra cash and I thought, why not? You’ve got a really expensive case going on, Dad. I couldn’t … I couldn’t just let you rot in jail.” My father grunted. “Well, as long as it’s just the sugar baby thing I guess. I can’t blame you for earning money,” he said in grudging agreement.

“Oh, my God. Is that what you think it is? That I owe you somehow? Is that why you’re here? Because you want money. Jesus Christ. Get a job.” “You shouldn’t be working. You should be staying at home and have all the luxury—” “Well, get this, Florence. He’s a billionaire, and I’m not. You better get out of here before I call the security.” I walked away. She grabbed me by my wrist hard enough that I lost my balance in the end. It happened so fast that my high heels were tripping. I yelped in shock. With my breathing held in my lungs, my hands reaching out as I tried to get hold of something in the air.

She gasped with pain, trying to remove his hands off her but he only gripped her tighter. “Again! Give me some fucking money!” he screamed out loud. Humiliated when the crowd started whispering about them, she had no choice but to nod in the end. “I’ll help you, Dad! B-But give me two days. I’ll find a way to get the money you need.” She sobbed. “I promise.” Her father grinned from ear to ear. “Just two days, Mich! I’m warning you. You have to give me the money or else I’ll disown you!” he yelled and then shoved her to the wall. “What a fucking useless child!” He then walked away.

“Eh… you’re on the way…” He tickled me. “Take it back!” I laughed so hard from his tickling that I could barely choke out, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” “Damn straight,” he groused as he let me go. “What about my five cents?” I said, straightening my dress. “I gots ta get paid.” “I’ll have to owe you.” I snorted. “A billionaire who can’t spare a nickel.” “I don’t carry change.” “Apparently you don’t want change, either – at least not with your father.”

When my mom would hear this, she'll only think that I am dreaming! "Listen here, young lady. Remember that you are not here to show-off, to act girly, and definitely not to flirt!" She started to walk around me, scanning my whole body. I raised my left eyebrow as a way of showing a disgusted and confused face at the same time. What is she talking about? Who will I even be flirting with? The billionaire? If only this old woman knew that I only admire him because of his hardwork and got inspired by him. I have no plan on dating someone whom I can already treat as my dad!

I sat on the huge cozy couch in front of daddy and his sugar blonde baby… he looked at me and thought that I came to him to be one of his sugar babies. “I’m Lena…” I looked at him and inhale deeply “I’m your daughter” I said as I looked at him who sat in front of me, rests his hand on the sugar baby’s shoulder. He sat in silence as he heavily sighed and stared at me “Holly shit” He said. I sat in silence as I waited for him to say more… “How’d you find me?” He said as he cleared his throat. My dad is a rich man with a bunch of property and sugar babies.