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I actually feel proud. How about that!?

“Time for breakfast,” he says, and my stomach lurches. I don’t want cereals. I want him. “Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxes. “Daddy can’t be late for work and you can’t be late for school.”

Call in sick, I want to say.Call in sick and fuck me again for free.But I can’t. It’s against the rules.

“Shower first,” he says, but he doesn’t join me. He stands outside the shower, ready with a big towel, watching me as I soap myself up and rinse off. It could have been creepy, but it isn’t. I step out, squeaky clean and smiling, and loving it when he wraps me in the towel and pats me dry.

“Good girl,” he says and drops a kiss on my cheek, “get dressed and I’ll go get the toast on.”

I eat toast as well as frosted flakes, back in my role as he wishes me a good day at school, telling me once again to stay away from Scott.

“Yes, Daddy, I promise I will.”

I drink juice while he drinks coffee, and I gather my things when he leaves for his pre-office shower.

Damn it. I call a cab when he’s out of view, hating how fucking sad I sound when I give the operator the address.

It’s strange how reality can take a total 180 in the blink of an eye.

I was quaking with nerves when the cab dropped me off at the bottom of User 762’s road, and now it’s the total opposite. I’m dreading the thought of being driven away.

I’m waiting with my backpack over my shoulder when he reappears, hair still damp, looking and smelling so damn good.

“I don’t want to go to school today,” I tell him, “I don’t feel so good.” I put a hand on my tummy.

He laughs at that. “Nice try,” he says, “like I haven’t heard that one before. Nice touch, in fact, Holly. You really have gone above and beyond. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, staying in character for him.

A toot of a horn tells me my taxi has arrived.

It’s with a heavy heart that I step up to him and he leans down to accept my peck on the lips.

“Seriously,” I say, “thank you.”

He winks, pats my ass.

“Off you go, and work hard at school.”

“I will,” I tell him and head for the door, stepping outside into cold reality.

“You ok, love?” the cab driver asks me as I slide into the back seat. “You look a bit… dazed.”

“Just woke up,” I tell him.And missing my daddy already.

I tell myself it’s just my job.

And what a crazy fucking job it’s turning out to be.

Chapter Thirteen

Ebony sees I’m online.A message pings through as my cab arrives back in London.

How was it? Did you like being naughty little Holly all night long?

She has no idea how much I liked it. My stomach is still churning with the want,need,to go back there right now, toDaddy’shouse. The thought of him is still so alive in my head it’s making me dizzy.

User 762 was such a powerful figure. So caring, but so stern. So loving, but so commanding. The thought that it’s over now – after just one single night – feels wrong. Again, oh the irony.

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