Page 2 of My Fantasy Daddies

While Eloise and I struggled to get along, that was nothing to Amelia’s relationship with her stepsister.Elsa Pearson was a raging bitch.I didn’t typically allow myself to care enough to hate someone, but I made an exception for Elsa.Her abhorrent treatment of my best friend had ensured that I made it my life’s goal to inflict as much misery on Elsa for eternity.

Instead of being with the one person I adored most in the world, I was forced to drink fucking champagne and people-watch while Eloise clicked away on her phone.She was so damn irritating with the tap-tap-tapping of her fingers on the screen.It was my first time in Ignite, but I knew Eloise favored this club over others in the city.Why, I couldn’t even comprehend.The place was just like every other club in New York City.

Logically, I knew that I couldn’t actually hear my sister’s fingertips pressing the keys over the level of noise from the music and the crowd, but I swore I could.It made me twitchy when people had the typing sounds turned on for their phones.Something Eloise was well aware of.And she always—fucking always—turned on her haptics when she was with me, the psychoticpute.

Releasing my breath slowly, I tipped my glass back and swallowed the contents in one gulp, wishing it were a shot of tequila instead of the expensive bubbles.

Tap.Tap.Tap.

I could feel the tapping, like someone holding an electrode to a nerve with every button she touched, tapping me.Over and over and over again.

Leaning forward, I reached for the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket.I was only going to refill my glass—honest.But before my fingers could wrap around the neck of the bottle, a guy in jeans and a light blue polo dropped down onto the cushion beside me.His cologne hit my nose before his ultra-white smile glowed at me.

“For fuck’s sake,” I grumbled in French.

“Hey, gorgeous.I’m Brad.What’s your name?”

Brad.

That had to be the most unattractive male name I’d ever heard in my life.Especially with the way he pronounced it.

Buh-Rad.

Cue the smolder.

Gag.

Did guys practice that look in the mirror until they thought it was perfect?Probably.

A nerve ticked high on my cheek, causing my lashes to twitch ever so slightly, and his megawatt smile got bigger.Whoa, that was harsh on the eyes.Did he bleach his teeth every night, or were those veneers?

His arm draped along the back of the couch, and he leaned closer.The smell of beer was nearly as bad as his choice of cologne.Had he bathed in that shit?It was more eye-watering than that smile that could be seen from the space station.

Frowning atBuh-rad, I spoke to Eloise in French.“Why the fuck do you like this boring-ass club so much?”

Confusion darkened Brad’s eyes for a moment until he recognized what language I was speaking.Once he did, his smolder only grew more nauseating.“You’re French.That’s hot.”

“Otto.”I barely had my guard’s name out of my mouth before he slapped a hand down on Brad’s shoulder and squeezed.

His protests as Otto escorted him away barely registered as Eloise’s gaze shot over my shoulder.Something shifted on her face.Her breaths suddenly came in choking inhales.Curious, I found myself turning my head to see what had caused such an instant reaction.

My eyes found and stopped on them in a heartbeat, sending my pulse skyrocketing.There were hundreds of people around us, yet they stood out among the masses.Three men were standing close to an archway, with two members of the club’s security on either side of the entrance.

A stoic dark-haired man stood in the middle in a suit that fit his massive body so damn perfectly.A whimper left me as I took all of him in.Christ.Ink climbed his neck, stretching up and into his short-cropped dark hair with a sprinkling of gray.His hands were thrust into the pockets of his slacks as he nodded at whatever the man to his right said.He reminded me of a bear with how big and grumpy he looked.

Hello, Mr.Bear.Maybe I can make you smile.

A hum vibrated my throat as I took in the man on his right.Dark-blond hair, a little longer than his friend’s, was pushed back from his face.He had on a suit similar to the dark-haired beast at his side.Expensive.Bespoke.Customized to fit such a large physique.His grin was what caught my attention first, even though he was powerfully built everywhere.He had so much amusement and genuine affection in his eyes that I ached to know what he was saying.

Oh, Mr.Golden Lion.Tell me something that might make me purr.

But before I could really focus on him, the guy beside him stepped closer and ducked his head toward both the stone-faced, dark-haired man and his companion.I expelled a hiss, my eyes dancing over every inch of the third man.His light brown hair.Those sharp features.His half smile as he nodded toward the bar.Tree-trunk-sized legs.Hands that were easily double if not triple the size of my own.

Hi there, Mr.Panther.My name is Esme, and I want to call you and your friends Daddy.

Age and their body sizes were the only things they had in common, but that was definitely okay.Boys my age, or even a little older, were tools.Just likeBuh-rad.But these three?They screamed sex appeal.

Guys were normally too obnoxious for me to take notice, but suddenly, my radar was homed in and ready to fire.Mr.Golden Lion brushed fuzz off Mr.Bear’s suit.Something warm uncurled low in my belly.

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