Daddy Dearest

My phone rang and I glared at it, annoyed with Angela for letting a call through when I’d told her perfectly clearly no one was to disturb me. But when I saw the name flashing on the screen, I still picked up.

“Talk to me,” I barked into the phone, and listened.

“Still the same situation,” the voice told me. “She’s fucking that sales rep at Bennet & Bennet. She’s been seeing him for months now. To me it looks like they’re planning something.”

“My fucking takedown,” I gritted out. “Alright, thanks.”

I slammed the phone down and glared at the view again.

I’d hired a Private Eye months ago to spy on Barbara. The results weren’t surprising at all. She was stringing another man along, probably setting her sights on another fortune to be had. If she kept going at her current rate, she’d be divorced five times before she turned fifty.

I had no mercy for Barbara. She was a fucking bitch, and I was only thankful my Kendall didn’t seem to be like her in the slightest.

Once again, I found myself thinking about my stepdaughter’s sweet whimpers as I fucked her. She’d moaned so loudly, she was such a good girl for me. I could listen to those fucking sounds she made over and over again, and I fully intended on doing so. And her calling me Daddy, fuck, that did things to me I’d be better off ignoring.

I felt like a dirty old man around her, and I fucking loved it.

My phone rang again, and I glared at it for the second time.

Amanda.

I sighed before picking up.

There was nothing wrong with Amanda. Not as a woman, not as a daughter. While she was adventurous, she was mostly a good girl and kept to her curfew, even though her mother indulged her terribly. But she was kind and sweet just like Kendall. Her sexuality was off the charts though. She was only eighteen but the girl acted much older, she was so confident. Like she held every man in the world in the palm of her hand. And with the way she acted, the way she looked, I had no doubt she’d do just that in her own time.

“Hey, princess,” I said.

“Hey, Levi.”

She sounded a little bit hurt. The whole thing was awkward as fuck. Thank God she didn’t know I’d read that letter… and what I’d done right after.

“Can you come pick me up at school?” she asked.

“Is it that time already?” I glanced at my watch.

Somehow, hours had passed between me scolding Angela and the phone call I was having. Fuck.

“Yeah, I can pick you up,” I said, grabbing my jacket off the coat rack. “I need an early day today.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she giggled, ending the call.

Fuck. She was messing with my head. Nasty little girl.

I pulled my blazer on and left my office buttoning it up. Angela rushed after me as I made my way to the elevator.

“Mr. Reed!” she cried out. “Please don’t leave yet, we have so much to do… A whole list of things that need to be done, appointments, meetings, Mr. Evans has called six times…”

I stopped walking and turned around slowly. Angela froze on the spot and looked at me with her eyes so terrified I couldn’t help but revel in it. I approached her slowly and she backed up against the wall with her clipboard clutched firmly to her chest.

“Angela,” I said calmly, placing my hand on the wall and caging her body under mine.

She let out a hiss as I let my eyes wander appreciatively over her body. She inhaled deeply as I did so, and her tits bounced with the motion. She wasn’t bad looking at all.

“I’m going to leave now,” I said roughly. “And you’re going to be a good girl and make sure everything is running smoothly. And when you do…”

I let my fingers wander down her blouse, playing with the buttons, never touching skin. She exhaled so loudly the whole floor must’ve heard her. She was trembling under my touch.

“There will be a nice bonus waiting for you,” I finished, flicking her button.

It flew off her blouse, popping the fabric open and exposing her lacy bra. She gasped as I looked up, grinning into her reddening face.

“Say hi to your son for me,” I told her with a wink and walked into the elevator.8AmandaI was never going to give up.

Maybe he hadn’t read the letter. But so what? I had plenty of aces up my sleeve and I wasn’t about to give up just because my first try hadn’t gone well.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, fluffing up my dark brown hair and applying another layer of pink lipstick that brought out the whiteness of my teeth. I tugged my shirt down and pulled my skirt just a little bit higher, making sure it was absolutely inappropriate for walking around in.