Page 24 of Watch Me, Daddy

I didn’t wait for Aidan to continue my explorations. As I ventured further, each room unveiled a new layer of luxury. Ornate furniture adorned with plush cushions invited relaxation, while carefully curated art pieces decorated the walls like whispers of the past. The scent of fresh flowers permeated the air from beautiful bouquets in every room. Every corner seemed to radiate a sense of comfort and sophistication, an invitation to savor the serenity of this idyllic lakeside haven.

The living room was decorated in shades of cream and gold. Plush leather couches seemed to beckon with promises of comfort. A grand fireplace stood as the centerpiece, its thick wooden mantel carved with delicate designs. Moving through the mansion, I found a cozy library, its shelves lined with leather-bound tomes. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow upon the polished mahogany furniture.

Upstairs, there was an array of extravagant bedrooms. From the lavish canopy beds to the intricately embroidered curtains that billowed in the breeze, every detail seemed to have been carefully curated to create a haven of serenity.

From the first moment I stepped into the master suite, I knew it was mine.

The king-sized bed was adorned with soft linens and plush pillows. A set of French doors led to a private balcony, revealing a breathtaking view of Crystal Lake that stretched beyond the horizon.

The ensuite marble-clad bathroom was even more impressive. A deep soaking tub invited me to unwind, and I immediately decided I was going to enjoy it. There was a massive rainfall shower, complete with a mosaic of iridescent silver tiles. Expensive-looking amenities adorned the vanity, and there was even a plush robe hanging on the back of the door.

I spent the afternoon by myself, but I knew Aidan was close. My body throbbed for him as I heard him moving in the room next door. He hadn’t said anything about me taking the master suite, but as I settled into the tub for a long bath, I decided I didn’t care.

I deserved this.

When I was ready, I climbed out and donned the soft white robe, wandering out onto the balcony and taking in the magnificent sight of the lake. I didn’t know the specifics of where we were, but I didn’t care. This place was beautiful, and I was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

Eventually, the mouthwatering aroma of a cooking dinner beckoned me downstairs to the massive chef’s kitchen. Aidan was standing next to the oven, mixing something in a bowl. I slid into one of the seats at the enormous marble island, putting my elbows on the surface and my chin in my hands.

“What are you making?” I asked, needing to break the silence.

“Lasagna,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with a gentle smile. The kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of simmering tomato sauce, and I watched as he expertly layered the noodles, cheese, and sauce in the baking dish. It all seemed like a symphony of flavors, and my curiosity got the best of me.

“Mind if I join in?” I asked, my tone playful.

“Sure thing, but be warned, lasagna-making is a serious business,” he said with a chuckle, and the sound sent a delightful shiver down my spine.

I stepped closer, peeking into the bubbling pot of sauce. “I’m ready to learn from the master,” I teased.

Aidan’s eyes sparkled as he handed me a wooden spoon. “Start by stirring the sauce. Just be gentle, and don’t let it stick to the bottom.”

As I stirred, he guided me through the process, explaining how to season the layers and the importance of getting the cheese-to-noodle ratio just right. As we worked together, the tension between us seemed to dissipate and I allowed myself to enjoy every moment of it until it was time for our masterpiece to come out of the oven. He pressed his hands into a pair of oven mitts and took the heavy looking pan out. He cut two pieces and plated them before joining me.

When I took my first bite, the flavors danced on my palate. The layers of pasta, cheese, and sauce melded together in a tantalizing fusion of textures and tastes. Yet, even as I savored each mouthful, my thoughts were a turbulent whirlwind, torn between the growing frustration that gnawed at me and the undeniable desire that simmered just beneath the surface. Aidan’s presence next to me only intensified my internal battle, his enigmatic gaze and controlled demeanor driving me mad.

Somewhere in the middle of the meal, the strained tension between us returned, and nothing I did or said made it any better. Frustrated, I ate my dinner in a rush. When I was done, I rinsed my dish in the sink and loaded it into the dishwasher before stalking away to watch a movie in the living room.

I scrolled for a while until I settled on an American rom-com. I always enjoyed the lighthearted storylines in their movies, and this one turned out to be no different. It took my mind off this whole confusing situation at hand, for at least a little while.

You just want the hot as fuck Irishman in the other room…

When Aidan joined me a few hours later, I tried not to let his presence get to me, but it was hard. The longer he sat there next to me, the more frustrated and aroused I became. When it approached ten o’clock, he cleared his throat, grabbed the remote, and turned off the television.

“You should go to bed, Irina. It’s been a long day,” he said, but the tone of command had returned to his voice.

It infuriated me, and I rolled my eyes. “Whatever,daddy,” I scoffed.

He stiffened and turned his head towards me. His jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes had turned so dark that they bordered on black.

A subtle shift seemed to ripple through the air, like a current of electricity finally finding its path. The mask of restraint he had worn for so long began to crumble. His gaze held a darkening intensity that seemed to pierce through to the very depths of my soul. There was a hunger in his eyes that mirrored the yearning that had been building within me, and I swallowed with trepidation.

Daddy…

I’d gotten to him. With that single word, I’d broken through his cool, calm restraint. Unable to help myself, I grinned with victory.

His jaw clenched and then relaxed, his shoulders easing as if a weight had been lifted. His every pore exuded barely contained heat, like I’d finally hit the switch that changed everything. His gaze held a flicker of playful mischief, a glimmer that tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Did you touch that needy little pussy for me last night,little girl?”

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