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And i did. I did fucking cum It had my entire body vibrating so hard I thought I was going to pass. Fuck! This man just keeps getting better. He keeps learning my body more that I have learnt it. And he knows exactly how and what to do. My brain had completely gone foggy and completely wiped away with lost. I swear at the point if you had asked me to say a word I wouldn't. God have mercy, but when I told Micheal his father was better than him, I meant every damn thing. Every fucking word.

, " No! I'd never, these are two different things, and Dad, I really need this" " And do you think you're worthy of it?", " What?! S..sure?", " You can't even be honest with yourself, how can you be honest with the company, my father did a great job building it and I did a greater job, I won't let you ruin it", " Dad",

and not Dad. “You no longer refer to me as your dad?” He suddenly asked. I was a little confused when he asked a question because the last time I checked, he had already disowned me as his daughter, so I don’t expect him to think I would refer to him as my dad when I no longer consider him to be one. “The last time I checked, we’re no longer family.” I replied to him immediately.

“You wouldn’t do that to me, dad. It was one mistake…” “Try me.”

Her face is open and still and the question is sitting in it without armor. I owe her the real version. Not the version that makes me sympathetic. Not the edited story of a frightened boy making a hard choice. The full version, the one that does not flatter me, the one that is just true. I start at the beginning. "My father was not a safe man." I watch her face. She does not move.

I know it's selfish, but I'd be more selfish if I asked for more from the girl in my arms right now. We arrived at my house, and I also met the middle-aged man there. I don't know what happened, but he immediately hugged me. After Key left the house, I looked at the middle-aged man I've been calling—Dad—even though I don't think he ever thought of me as a child. "How are you, father? Has anyone done anything to dad all this time?” I exclaimed while looking at him who was sitting in front of me.

My fingertip runs over the image and my lips murmur, "Dad." I stare at the tiny picture of the honey-haired, blue-eyed, teenage boy for a while. I try to imagine what he looks like now—maybe the same if he's lucky. A football player. I wonder what he does now. I wonder if he has a family, what job he has, where he lives. He doesn't know about me. My mom told me that some time ago; "Your Dad, he doesn't know about you. Is that okay?" It was a casual conversation on a Sunday morning while we ate our newest sugary cereal and watched bad television. I didn't care whether he knew about me or not. Is it weird that I still don't? John Aymon is my dad, and that's nice to know, but I like the way thi

"Are you my dad? Just yes or no." I open my mouth.

"Whether you like it or not, no is not an option, Dreanna. I'll come and pick you up in 10 minutes. We are going out. A date is a date!" "Wha--Wait!" "Goodbye, Dreanna. I'll give you a call when I arrived at your parents' mansion." "Arghhh!" Groaning loudly, I want to punch him in his face. This guy never fails to annoy me. "Honey, who was that? Who made you so angry right now?" Suddenly, my dad appeared, opening the refrigerator with curious eyes on me. "Ah- It's from nobody." Awkwardly, I scoff.

“I don’t mean bad, Lily. I just don’t want Dad or anyone to say something that can give my children trauma. I’m in Bell City for an assignment, and I’ll leave when I’m done.” Lily only shook her head since she knows Natalie won’t listen to her and just decided to find a way to let everyone meet. “Mom, we will get to see Dad too, right?” Norah asked, her gaze fixed on Natalie. Natalie had once told them their dad is in Bell’s city and they would see him anytime they visited, not knowing it will be soon, but even her, don’t recognize the man plus it’s been six years and Bell’s city is big, she doubts if she can ever meet their father again.