Page 75 of Watch Me, Daddy

“Good. That’s all I ever wanted for you, my daughter.” He nodded, his hand tightening around mine for a brief moment.

The music shifted, becoming a bit livelier, and I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning, I saw Aidan extending his hand towards me, a playful glint in his eyes.

“May I cut in?” he asked.

“Of course. Just remember I’m watching, though,” my father said with a chuckle, releasing my hand.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less,” Aidan replied playfully, his lips quirked up in a half-smile. I moved into Aidan’s arms, the familiarity of his touch grounding me in the midst of the crowd. He pulled me close, his hand resting against the small of my back as we moved to the rhythm of the music.

“You look stunning tonight,” Aidan murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble. I felt my cheeks heat up, but I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face.

“Daddy,” I whispered, careful that I kept my voice low enough so that he was the only one that would hear me.

His eyes darkened considerably, his gaze locked on mine as if we were the only two people in the room.

“I mean every word, princess.”

As the song continued, I lost myself in the dance and in the warmth of Aidan’s embrace. When the music finally faded, my father was there, extending his hand once again.

“May I have this dance back?” he asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

I nodded, placing my hand in his and allowing him to lead me back to the dance floor. As I danced with my father, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Aidan, who watched us with a mixture of fondness and respect.

I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

After I grew tired of dancing, it was time for cake. Aidan fed me a small mouthful with his fingers, leaning in close to capture my lips in a sweet, sugary kiss after I swallowed the bite. I did the same with him as everyone watched and cheered with excitement.

When the bell chimed again, I gasped in shock to see Anastasia Kozlov walk through the door. Ever since her brother had been killed, the Kozlovs had been quiet. We’d all assumed they had taken a step back to lick their wounds, and her sudden appearance made me wonder what she had up her sleeve. She joined in with the others, though, and far more seamlessly than I’d expected.

As the night drew on, the party grew wilder, and a drinking contest began between the bratva and the Irish mafia. The room buzzed with anticipation as shot glasses of vodka lined one side of the table, while frothy pints of Guinness and glasses of whiskey stood on the other. Anastasia joined in, exuding confidence as she raised her own shot of vodka. Connor met her gaze with a playful grin, lifting his whiskey up into the air to meet her head on. Caden cocked his head, watching her too, and my gaze flittered between them and her with curiosity.

What was going on there?

Laughter and banter filled the air as the drinking contest unfolded. Rounds passed with practiced ease as the bratva downed vodka shots, and the Irish savored their whiskey and Guinness. The longer the contest went on, the more Anastasia’s stoic demeanor wavered.

Then, quite unexpectedly, my father joined in.

When the contest reached its grand finale, both the Russians and the Irish raised their glasses for the last round. As the drinks were downed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the bratva was letting the Irish win. More disturbing, though, was that my father was gazing back at Anastasia with heated interest, too.

For a moment, I felt scandalized, and I wanted nothing more than to walk over there and tell my father that he was thirty years older than her, but I held my tongue.

As if he could feel my disquiet, Aidan pulled me into his arms.

“I have a surprise for you,” he murmured.

“A surprise?” I exclaimed, my excitement immediately chasing away everything else on my mind. He reached under the table and pulled out a bottle of vodka. I squealed when I saw that it was Stoli Razberi, my favorite.

“You’re allowed two drinks tonight. I thought you might like to have this.”

“Only two?” I replied playfully.

“Two,” he said pointedly, narrowing his gaze with warning.

“I don’t like that number. I’m thinking four,” I said thoughtfully.

“If you disobey me,babygirl,you’re going to get that sore little bottom fucked again tonight,” he warned, leaning in close so that his whisper was for me and me alone.

I shivered as my pussy clenched hard. I took the bottle in my hands and slowly screwed off the top, taking my time to pour a heavy-handed glass of vodka before I took a long sip and met his eyes with a mischievous look.

“Watch me, Daddy.”

His answering grin was just as delicious as I thought it would be.

It was going to be a long night.

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