Page 1 of Easter Daddy

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LIAM

Sometimes, I resent myself for the soft spot that I have for my old man.

Most of the time, I’m harsh. Ruthless. Merciless. Doing whatever I need to do to achieve my goals. I’m not the worst person in the world, but a certain level of ruthlessness is necessary for my ‘line of work.’

But when my father requests something? I cave, my resolve collapsing like a line of dominoes. Usually, his request is nothing major. However, today, he wants me to do something that I legitimately detest.

I’m already in a situation I aggressively dislike, I even dare say, hate. My company, a biodegradable plastic manufacturing company by the name of PlantPlast, is hosting an Easter egg hunt for children, using biodegradable plastic eggs, and my presence is needed.

I’ve never liked Easter egg hunts or children. Even as a child, I disliked both, finding both my classmates and the stupid hunts my parents made me participate in to be quite annoying, so today should be about as fun as eating nails.

And just to put the icing of shit on top of the cake (also made of shit), my father has requested that I give my new stepsister a job at the hunt. I don’t know this girl. I’ve never met her, but what I know of her is that she is 18. And if there’s one thing that I know about 18-year-olds, especially 18-year-old girls, it’s that they’re annoying. Very fucking annoying.

They’re legally adults, and have the freedom of adults, but do not know what to do with their newfound freedom. They still think and act like—they still are—teenagers.

But what can I do? I’m helpless when it comes to pleasing my father.

Sighing, I button up my shirt in the mirror, hoping to God that this girl isn’t too annoying. That she isn’t going to irritate me with any childish behavior. Hell, being surrounded by children in and of itself will probably be immensely irritating.

As I stare into my deep blue eyes in the mirror, I see that I look exhausted. I am. I got about two hours of sleep, even less than usual for me. I was up all night, organizing last-minute adjustments to this stupid Easter egg hunt that I already hate, despite it being two hours away.

I want to be the first one there from the company. I always try to be. It’s this dedication to my job that has gotten me to be where I am today. And that dedication is something that I try to stick to, that I try to keep, no matter what. It’s one of the reasons why I have avoided romance of any kind. I don’t date.

“This old man better know that I love him,” I mutter to myself as I drive to my destination—Lavender Pastures.

Aside from the security and manager, I’m the first person there. I go into autopilot as I greet them, not being particularly interested in any of this. I hope that my boredom and distaste for the entire situation aren’t obvious on my face.

“Well, Mr. Lewis, the parents of the children will be arriving in about two hours or so. We’ll finish setting up now. Feel free to go wherever you want on the property.”

I nod stiffly as the manager, Janice—or is it Janette?—speaks to me. Children. I am not looking forward to that.

Sighing, I go back to my car and sit inside, AC on blast, reclining against the cool leather and waiting for time to pass. I check my emails, respond to some of them, and read some files and documents sent to me by my assistant. I find that prompt responses to these things are always best. It shows both respect for another’s time and a sense of seriousness about the whole matter, whatever that may be.

At first, I think that the car pulling up beside me is a parent. That is, until I actually look closely at the vehicle, only then recognizing it as my father’s.

Sighing, I mentally prepare to meet this girl for the first time. I’m slightly curious about her—only slightly, though. For the most part, I just want to be left alone.

My father is the first one out of the car, standing to his full height and firmly shutting the door behind him. I get out of my car to greet him.

“Dad,” I call once I open the door. He’s smiling at me, but that is typical of him—he’s a jovial old man.

“Hey, Li,” he says with a smile, his crow’s feet clearly on display. “And could you at least try to not look so sour? You might scare her away,” he says jokingly.

“She’ll live,” I mutter as I watch the girl alight. At first, I don’t get a good look at her face, but even then, my initial impression is she’s gorgeous. Breathtakingly gorgeous. And when she turns her head, eyes locking with mine, I find myself speechless for a moment.

She’s stunning, absolutely exquisite. She has the most beautiful, deep blue eyes, with pretty lips, a cupid’s bow obvious and prominent. Her face is framed by ringlets of dark hair, falling past her shoulders, caressing her clavicles on their way. And as we look into each other’s eyes, I see the full breasts on her chest rise slightly as she inhales before speaking.

“Good afternoon,” she says in a clear voice. It’s high-pitched, not in an annoying way but rather in an almost childish way. Almost childish, yet distinctly grown. It’s difficult to describe and paradoxical. It’s melodic, the sweet sound of her voice wrapping around my head and caressing my ears. Warm and sweet, comforting, like warm apple pie on a cold winter day.

Then, she smiles at me, the corners of her pretty, full lips curling upwards, and at that moment, I imagine what they would feel like wrapped around my cock. Alternating between sucking it and letting me fuck her throat.

Thank God the car is between us. Still, I lean against it to hide my raging erection as my father is on the same side as me. How embarrassing that would be if he found out my feelings for her not even a minute after meeting her.

“Well,” Dad says, “I’ll leave you kids to get to know each other better.”

“I’m thirty-nine, Dad,” I mutter. “Not a kid.”

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