Page 10 of Sugar Daddies

I really want to ask what he is doing because this isn’t proper behavior for someone who just met me. It doesn’t matter that I feel this insane attraction to him and that I want him to touch me more; it’s the fact that I’m Daddy’s and no one can change that.

“I found the problem to be the sugar company. They had misfiled the paperwork, and they had compensated for the losses in our potential sales during that period.” Mr. Stephan drops his hand to my neck and kneads the tender muscles there.

I let out an embarrassingly loud squeak of surprise that I used as cover for the moan that is threatening to spill out. It’s not my fault that he found one of my weak spots; I have a sensitive body against touches, but some parts are a little more tender than the others.

He pushes his thumb against the bottom of my ear and tears bead at the corners of my eyes. I want to moan at the shivers playing with my clit as my toes curl in my heels. Mr. Stephan nudges the spot harder, and I practically liquefy into Daddy’s arm. It’s not possible to think straight when he’s determined to make my head blank.

“Mr. Anderson,” a voice behind us says.

It is never a good idea to look away from a predator, not even for one second because Mr. Stephan is a predator, and I’m his prey. I will not lose this battle of eye contact and be eaten by him.

The voice behind me is not going to be my demise since Mr. Stephan’s stance is stronger and more intimidating than mine. I can pretend that I’m a brave woman who doesn’t need a man to help me, but as his gaze narrows into a glare, that façade crumbles.

I’m back to being the little girl who needs her Daddy to face this big, bad man.

However, luck is not on my side.

The voice behind me asks “May I have a moment?” I’m sinking my hands into any parts of Daddy as he turns.

Mr. Stephan’s hand falls back to his side, and I can’t help but admire the nice watch on his wrist. It’s the same type of watch from the other day. The only difference is that the color and design are a little different; it’s more sophisticated and eye-catching with the flawless patterns.

Daddy ducks down and presses his lips against mine, muffling my protest as he whispers in my ear.

“Stay with Stephan and listen to everything he says.” Daddy kisses me one more time before moving out of my arms.

A noise of desperation spills out, and his warmth leaves me with a bitter bite of the cold gathering hall and the ambient voices of people.

Now, I’m left with a massive beast that’s about to devour me and I wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. I should just accept my fate and be this man’s prey, but Daddy has taught me to always fight for what I want.

What I want the most is to not have Daddy be mad at me.

“Come,” he holds out his hand, and I take it.

I’m surprised that I didn’t hesitate for one moment as Mr. Stephan pulls me out of the gathering hall where people are still talking to each other. I had lost track of time after the first thirty minutes of watching Daddy socialize with people that I have never laid eyes on before.

Some of them are nice, and some of them hold a small amount of animosity towards him, and if I can pick up on it, then Daddy must feel it five times worse.

Mr. Stephan leads me to another room that is empty with no lights other than the white moon glaring down on the balcony. He takes the straightest route to the balcony, and somehow the thought of being tossed over the railing comes to me.

My feet dig into the ground, and I whimper at the horrifying thought. Being near Mr. Stephan does a lot to my body, and it’s getting worse by the moment because of being alone with him. I don’t know him well enough to make any judgment calls. Heck, I don’t even dare to make any judgment moves when it comes to Daddy, and I do know him.

“Don’t be scared,” he says, and it takes a lot to not flinch at the glint that is reflected from the moon.

I hesitantly step into the moonlight, and the height makes me nauseated. Mr. Stephan leans on the railing with his back while I’m inwardly chewing on my nails at the dangerous position. The risk of him falling increases rapidly as I tug on his hand to get him away from the hard material that makes up the balcony.

It looks sturdy, but I’m not taking any chances.

He lets me pull him away from the danger, but that means his chest is in my face now. I decide to be a good girl and take a step back to prevent my body from doing its bidding.

The bidding is to smell his cologne. I’m sure he’s wearing it because no one can smell this good just from showering. His scent is addicting; it’s a mix of seductive and dark with a spiral of my fracturing self-control.

He unbuttons his suit jacket, and my heart lurches up; the hand goes to loosen the tie with tugs that keeps me on my toes. Mr. Stephan unbuttons the two buttons from his white dress shirt, and black ink peeks through his tanned skin. I have this unfathomable desire to tear open his shirt and see what the tattoo designs are.

Would it be as daunting as Daddy’s?

I have to find out, but tactical planning is going to be hard when Mr. Stephan reads me just as well as Daddy.

The hair on my neck stands from the intensity of his stare that makes me nervous and slightly frightened.

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