Page 16 of Sugar Daddies

“It’s late,” Daddy’s hand comes around my head and settles on my forehead to tip my head back. My voice muffles with his kiss as he curls his tongue with mine.

I blush heatedly as my eyes meet Mr. Stephan’s darkened gaze. Daddy just had to be mean and do this distressingly arousing kiss in front of him.

Mr. Stephan fists my hair on the back and yanks me closer to slant his lips over mine. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, and I’m breathlessly clawing at his shirt.

“Goodnight, little princess.”

Chapter Five

Pepper

Next morning comes, and I’m pacing in Daddy’s master bedroom while he’s putting on a tie. I can feel his eyes on me, and I’m not bothered by hi gaze.

“You’re going to tear the floor, little girl,” Daddy grunts.

I pout and cross my arms over my chest. Daddy promised that he would spend time with me today, but a last-minute phone call comes and destroys my morning.

I was snuggling in his arms when it rang, and I have never hated the sound more before. Knowing me, Daddy was fast to get out of bed since I was halfway of morphing into an octopus and clinging onto him with my metaphoric suctions.

I walk over to him. He raises an eyebrow at me as my hand starts to loosen the tie that he had meticulously made. The rumble in his chest is my warning, but I find that it’s easy to block out the menacing voice when I’m determined to take the tie off of his thick neck.

I take the tie as a hostage and hide it behind my back while I take a step away from him. This distance allows me to calculate what he would do next. There is impatience in his dark eyes as they narrow to mine, and I’m truly frightened for a moment.

Then I remember this is Daddy and not the business tycoon that dominates the international business. No matter what happens or how stubborn I am, he won’t raise a hand to me. He just spanks my butt, but that is reserved for when I really break his rules.

“Not now,” he snarls.

I look down on the floor, disappointment reeling in my head as I clench his tie behind me. I hope the fabric wrinkles or rip from my nails; this way, he can stay a bit longer to find a different tie.

“You promised,” I bring up the issue quietly, but he ignores that.

He’s been ignoring a lot of my words lately, and it hurts to know that my voice doesn’t matter to him. Daddy has always been someone who makes up his own mind without bringing other people in his plans.

“You’re being a brat, and I do not have the time to deal with you,” he sighs with a tone that tells me he’s tired while he pinches his nose bridge.

I watch as his eyes close, and that’s when I know I messed up.

Daddy feeds me, pays for everything, and lets me sleep on his bed with a roof over me. He helps me in many ways, and I have been on my best behavior; I’m always a good girl for him and to be a brat now is the worst timing.

He must be so stressed at work, and I’m not helping by demanding his attention at home. He should be relaxing while I sit on his lap meekly. Daddy needs a little girl; he doesn’t need more problems when he’s got enough of those at the company.

“Pepper—”

I don’t want to hear my name from his lips. It’s going to ruin me, and I won’t be his little girl anymore. My heart can’t handle being a big girl when I know for a fact that there are women out there who can be a better little girl to Daddy than I could ever dream of.

They can give him things that I can’t, and some have been a professional little girl for years. They have the experience that I don’t have, and they would satisfy him in ways that’ll blow my mind.

“Here,” I thrust the clenched tie to his chest and drop it on his open hand, “I’m sorry for being a brat, Daddy.”

“Pepper—” Daddy tries again, and my ears block his voice out.

The pounding of blood in my ears is simply too loud, and the navy dress shirt that spans across his chest is too blue; everything is overwhelmingly nauseating.

Is this why Daddy brought in Mr. Stephan?

Is it because he’s trying to be nice and let me down easy? Is this his way of telling me that he doesn’t want to be my Daddy anymore and that Mr. Stephan is going to take over?

Daddy’s big hand nudges my head up from the ground. It’s a touch of tenderness and patience. It’s a complete opposite of his voice.

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