Page 1 of Savage Daddies

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ZOE

Why dovibrators take so goddamn long to charge?

I slump back in my bed and twiddle my fingers, thinking of something else to do while my husband sleeps soundly across the hall. It’s a wide hall. Long enough to mute the buzzing sound of the vibrator. That’swhenit actually decides to work.

Felix is so uninterested in fucking that he probably doesn’t know what a vibrator is.

His nonexistent sex drive is a good thing. I only slept with him once, and it was the night of our wedding almost four years ago, but that was just because sex on your wedding night is something you’re supposed to do.

It didn’t consummate much.

Just eternal hell for me, and a sweet business deal for him.

I sigh, then jump off my bed and peek through the window to watch Vegas from afar. MacDonald Highlands is a prestigious neighborhood that sits on good elevation. You can’t beat views of the Vegas skyline from here. It’s the only bonus that comes with living in this place.

Lights twinkle neon and the fake Eiffel Tower shoots high into the night. Even at midnight, the sky never properly turns black like it’s supposed to. New York is supposed to be the city that never sleeps, but Times Square after midnight goes “apocalypse quiet.” That’s the term Felix uses to describe it, whenever he’s over there vacationing. I rarely come with, and I’m grateful for that—being locked up in his state-of-the-art mansion is bad enough.

The Eiffel Tower changes to blue, white, and red. I watch, kind of forgetting where I am for a moment. Paris, like it is for every sixteen-year-old girl, was my dream. The thought of glimpsing the Eiffel Tower for the first time, therealone, while enjoying a handmade croissant, used to be what motivated me out of bed in the morning. It’s why I put pen to paper every lesson. Why I burned through two packs of Monster energy drinks so I could stay up all night cramming for finals.

Sand and overpriced Long Island iced teas rule Vegas, but over in France, you’ll find impressive architecture and local-vineyard wine on your doorstep, and that’s always interested me a thousand times more than some stupid desert oasis.

But sometimes fate has different plans for you, and before you know it, you’re in the cross fire of a business deal.

Father is a powerful casino owner, which means he’s always been more emotionally tied to money than to his own two daughters.

Then enter Felix Fernando—king of Nevada real estate. Four years ago, he approached Father and suggested a company merge. He said they’d both benefit, earn even more, and one day become ten-figure heroes together.

But Father declined.

At first.

Then, it became an ultimatum.

“Your daughter and I are to be married, and our companies will merge. Sign on the dotted line, or see your entire empire crash and burn.”

Two out of five charging lights on the vibrator beam blue.

I pick up the wand and stroke my fingers over it like it’s somehow gonna charge faster. The dildo is supposed to mimic an actual dick. I’d love to leave a review and rate it out of five, but it’s been so long since I experienced the real thing that I no longer know how it feels to receive good, orgasmic cock.

Climaxing these days feels artificial. Vibrators are good and achieve much more than fingers, but they’re designed for long-distance babes who need a hit when it’s been a while. They’re supposed to mimic the real thing. Not replace it entirely.

I abandon the vibrator, kick my feet up onto the bed, and reach for my phone. Instagram notifications never end, so I scroll through them for a while to see what my “fans” have to say.

Before Felix Fernando, I had two hundred followers. Now, as Felix’s wife with half a million followers, photos need to be curated. Retaken.

Apparently, according to Felix’s social media team, quick, unthoughtful images look cheap and tacky. Felix’s brand is expensive and respectful, so “nobody wants to see pictures of you in vintage, distressed shorts having fun.”

Clothes must be thrown out if they’ve been in the closet for more than six months, and they should never be worn more than once.

Nails must always be done, baby pink and almond-shaped.

Never curse.

Never talk too much.

Keep your mouth closed while chewing.

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