Obsessed with a Daddy

“Let me give you the grand tour while our food is being prepared.” Greyson walked towards the door and motioned for me to follow him.

“Sounds good.” I nodded. “I only made it as far as the library—well, and my bedroom—which is awesome, by the way.”

“Awesome enough for you to consider staying longer than a couple of months?” He looked over his shoulder at me.

“I just don’t want to impose…” My words trailed off when he opened the door at the end of the hall, and I saw an enormous indoor pool. “Wow!”

“There’s a pool and a jacuzzi in here.” He waved his hand for me to follow. “A steam room over there…”

“This is incredible…” I stared in disbelief.

“The indoor pool is heated. The outdoor pool is not.” He pointed to the window.

“Two—two swimming pools?” I walked over to the window and blinked in surprise.

I definitely didn’t want to impose, but it was hard to imagine cramming myself into a small apartment when I had an offer to live with Greyson until I graduated from college. The rest of the house was just as amazing. There was an indoor gym complete with a basketball court, and the downstairs had a movie theater—like an actual movie theater with an IMAX screen and reclining chairs. He even had a small room next to it with a popcorn machine and a soda fountain. I wasn’t sure what he didn’t have. I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a freaking grocery store somewhere in his house.

“Alright, the food should be ready.” He started walking back towards the kitchen area.

Greyson asked about my family once we sat down to eat—how my mother was doing and whether or not my sister’s boyfriend had finally proposed. It seemed that he kept in contact with my mother regularly, even though she didn’t mention him much. He told me a couple of stories about my father from when they were younger and worked together in Chicago. I had never heard much about that side of my father’s life. It was painful for my mother to talk about him, so I didn’t ask many questions. Most of what I knew about the man who passed away long before his time came from my sister, who was old enough to remember him better than I could.

“Something we need to discuss…” Greyson leaned back once he was done with his meal. “While you’re staying here, whether it’s for a few months or longer—I have a few rules.”

Not surprising. I’d have rules too if this was my house.

“Of course.” I nodded. “This is your house and I’m just a guest.”

“I don’t like having strangers here when I’m not home.” He tilted his head slightly and smirked. “So, no sneaking boys in while I’m at work.”

“Oh gosh.” I blushed and chuckled under my breath. “I definitely won’t do that.”

I didn’t have a boyfriend to sneak into my house when I was in high school, and I doubt that’s going to change just because I’m in a different state.

“You’re going to be in college, and I remember how that is, but you need to be home at a reasonable hour. If you decide to go out and have a drink or something, I won’t judge you, but please don’t drive. John will pick you up—anytime, wherever you are.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Even if you’re not living here.”

“I appreciate that. That won’t be an issue though. I don’t drink—and I don’t have a car…” I shrugged slightly.

“You’re welcome to use any of mine if you want.” He pointed towards the wall. “Except the Maserati. That’s the one I drive.”

“How many cars do you have?” I looked where he was pointing and saw a rack with at least a dozen sets of keys. “Oh wow!”

“If you use one of my cars, please stay off your cell phone—no texting and driving.” He tilted his head slightly. “I mean that. Your mother will kill me if something happens to you when I’m supposed to be looking after you.”

“Yeah, no problem.” I nodded quickly. “Wait—looking after me?”

“Of course.” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not your babysitter, but you’re still a kid…”

Ouch…

“I mean…” I looked down at the table for a moment. “I’m eighteen. I think I can manage on my own…”

“Maybe, but you’re still my responsibility while you are living here.” He slid his chair back and started to stand.

“Are those all of the rules?” I looked up at him, feeling slightly offended that he thought I was just some kid he had to look after.

“The basics, yeah.” He nodded. “Just stay out of trouble.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem.” I looked away before he could see me roll my eyes.