Call Me Daddy.

Amelia's POV

I can't believe my father finally won our little bet. I was so sure I would win, and I was actually leading.

I still want to believe he did something behind closed doors because how did I manage to emerge as the best graduating business and finance student in my year?

Just how? I was so pissed because I remember doing everything to sabotage my grades.

Well, now I'm back in New York, and I absolutely hate it here. Cleveland was so peaceful, staying with Mom and Mindy, her cat who clearly hated me.

Don't let me bore you with their divorce. Let's go back to how Dad is about to force me to work for him since winning our bet. He has one of the biggest tech companies in the whole of the United States, so he is famous and rich.

I knew his company staff hated me. I was spoiled and I never failed to show it, but I was kind at heart if that counted? I used to stroll into his office like I owned the place until college, now I was done and back to base.

Dad pulled me into a suffocating bear hug when I arrived. He loved his daughter way too much, and I loved that he always had time for me.

Maybe that's why I preferred him to mom even though I'm the best at hiding it.

"Amelia, my cute little princess!" His eyes lit up, staring at me, scanning me to check if I lost weight. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not little anymore dad. I'm a solid twenty three year old. I can take care of myself."

"You'll always be my princess. Let's get inside." He was overexcited, and it made me feel special. I couldn't help but spread a smile across my cheeks. Home was warm.

Upon walking in, we met a blonde woman setting the dining table for lunch. She looked like she was in her early thirties.

"Amelia! You're here. Your dad told me all about you!" She chirped excitedly, pulling me in for another heart stopping hug.

When we pulled away, I faced my dad. I needed an explanation. He soon got the message and after clearing his throat, he told me who she was.

His girlfriend. My dad had a girlfriend. Wow, just wow.

"Meet Brittany, my girlfriend. Brittany, my daughter."

I forced a smile, unsure of how to take in what I was hearing. She seemed nice though, but she was nothing like mum.

I dragged my dad across the living room, all the way to the long corridors.

"You have a girlfriend now? And you didn't tell me?" Surprisingly, I wasn't that mad. I wasn't mad at all. I liked her already, plus it's been an awful long time since they divorced. I even thought he would never find women attractive again so I am glad, but I heard mum divorced him. So, it must've been because he did something.

His grin was wide, heavily mischievous too like he knew something.

"You didn't tell me about your boyfriend either, Amelia. I hope he hasn't touched you?"

What the hell? I gagged, disgusted.

"You've been spying on me? Do you realize how creepy that is? Why would you even do that?"

"Because you're so stubborn and I need to keep you safe. Go to your room and freshen up, we're expecting a visitor. You know, concerning the bet I won?"

He was gloating so I glared at him.

"Someone I know?"

"You'll see."

.....

Brittany had the table set already by the time I was done. A hearty dinner. My heart danced in my chest as I stared at what I was looking at. Mom barely cooked and damn, I missed home made meals.

"Sweetie, come have a seat." She beckoned me, and smiled wide. I don't know, but I suddenly had a feeling that I'll really like daddy's girlfriend. Dad walked in too, but with the said visitor.

A visitor I knew quite well. Uncle Dane.

For sure, I remembered him. One of Dad's younger associates, in his early thirties. He had this terrifying aura to him since I last remembered and yeah, it followed him right to dinner.

He looked...hot. Okay, I take that back, even though it's true. He shouldn't look hot to me. Dad was chatting with him as they both slid into their seats and he reintroduced us like I didn't know who he was.

"You know my daughter, the one I was talking about earlier, the best graduating student..."

Then Uncle Dane's gaze shifted to me, and he just stared at me as Dad spoke. I paused, still, like it was an order from him. I couldn't help but stare back, at his face, his suit and I just continued the cycle of staring back.

"Nice to meet you again, Amelia."

He gave me a curt smile right after but I, on the other hand, was getting uncomfortable.

He acted strangely. My dad made small talk as we ate and anytime I would face my plate and take a spoonful of food, I would feel his eyes on me, electric, heavy. He was staring at me.

But he was trying to make me look crazy because when I raised my head up, he would look away and pretend to listen to dad. It soon became a game for us, a silent one.

I finally caught him, and when our eyes locked, his darkened. His jaw ticked and I noticed tension across his shoulders.

He didn't shy away this time. Instead, he tried to intimidate me with his stares, he dared me to keep staring back.

Heat crept up my thighs, and it suddenly felt too hot to breathe. No this can't be happening. I immediately thought of Coby.

There we go. I'm hot and bothered because I'm thinking about my boyfriend, not this scary man sitting across from me, there.

His eyes eventually dipped, stared hard at my throat before looking away. For the rest of dinner, he didn't look in my direction.

I can't believe it made me disappointed.

Uncle Dane is hot, and he seemed to be in the age range with Brittany.

Dad dragged us both to the living room after the meal for a meeting, and I just kept my eyes on Dane for some reason. He intrigued me now.

I was fascinated with the way he talked, the way he handled things to perfection, his well tailored suit, his rather scary walking steps that made him feel invincible.

He seemed to be a very cool guy that any woman would want to have. Except me though, I'm in a committed relationship and last I checked, Uncle Dane has this woman he parades around.

When we sat down, I watched him this time around. Hell, I couldn't even take my eyes off him, and then his eyes slowly found mine. I felt so intimidated but I couldn't look away as our eyes were locked on each other. His didn't linger, it dipped, again.

I wasn't dressed inappropriately, but he kept staring at my chest and my throat ever so shamelessly. I hated how aware he was making me. Eventually he spoke to me after Dad told him a couple of things, like how I was looking into a one year internship.

"Amelia, what do you know about financing?" The way he called my name was so teasing. I've never felt this type of way about this man until today.

"I'm not obligated to answer such questions." I wanted to stand up and run away, I was getting bothered and suffocated with him for even riling me up at all.

"Why? Because you don't call me daddy?"

I swallowed. What the hell?

"You only listen to your daddy?" He continued.

I glared at him. Again, his eyes darkened to a perfect black. I understood the double meaning quite well.

"Yes, I only listen to my father."

"Millie, behave." Dad warned sternly, so oblivious to the crazy situation going on right in front of him. This man wanted something but I certainly don't have it, or maybe I was just imagining things?

Well, that meeting ended great. Whatever.

Dane's POV

I don't even fuck little girls, I've never been attracted, so tell me where this unhealthy obsession is coming from. It scares me too.

Daniel will kill me, but I have to pin his little princess down, fuck that sassy mouth out of her and make her a good girl for me. I have to expel all this sudden sexual frustration deep inside her. It's a sickening need at this point.

But most importantly, I want her to call me Daddy, not him. The fantasy is beyond me. I'm so jealous of him. I want her to ask me for anything, not him. I want to get her anything she wants, not him.

I want her to be my intern just so I can have easy access to her in my office during working hours and worship her in ways that will leave her breathless. My latest fixation, Amelia Wright.

Except, my surname is Wright. She will be mine.

No, her father didn't make her the best graduating student. I did.

She was the second best, but she's just as good as the first. Who cares when there's money to make things go my way?

Honestly, I've only met her a couple times with him and didn't give a flying fuck about her, but that was it until last year.

I visited Cleveland for a function she attended with her friend. She also represented Daniel too. She does cool stuff like that. It was a high key event so I obviously didn't stand out, but she did since remember, she had to represent her father.

She wore a red dress, and that dress is now the root of all my problems. The way it hugged her curves, even though she was dressed mildly appropriately. I spotted her and just remained rooted to the spot.

I was instantly infatuated, but of course I accidentally let it grow as I kept watching and monitoring her throughout that function, and the after party where she wore something shorter. I soon forgot my purpose of attending the function and I ignored everybody else.

The need to approach her and take her away from the very familiar gazes of other men she didn't even notice all had eyes on her in that party, was overpowered by my need to have her all to myself at the right time. She made me a fucking plotter.

I will not be leaving her alone, so if she's disgusted by me, she should keep it up.

Up until this moment, I've been eyeing the fuck out of her, encouraging Daniel to bring his daughter right to me, except I'm taking it a step further: My bed.

After the meeting, Daniel walked me right to the door after Amelia simply walked out of the meeting. How stubborn, how cock stirring.

I grinned.

She was right outside by the porch, on her phone, wearing pants and a camisole. The camisole provided a perfect, generous view of her tits, and she wore her hair down. She's breathtaking.

I couldn't ignore her and not fucking talk to her as we were alone.

"Why aren't you inside? It's cold out here, and you're not properly dressed."

She didn't respond. She took one look at me and continued using her phone like I was barely there. Nobody disrespects me.

Except her, apparently.

I tried again.

"Walking out on the meeting was a pretty immature thing to do. I'm guessing you don't like me."

"I don't know you well enough to like you or not, especially after tonight. You're weird and you make me uncomfortable, that's all."

Wow. Just uncomfortable. I was thinking something worse. This is great progress.

She shrugged her shoulders and kept using her phone. I wanted to take that phone out of her hands and throw it right into the road. What's so special about that damn phone that she can't pay attention to me?

"In a good or bad way?"

"Bad. Very bad way. I'm not interested in working in your company if that's alright."

Fuck.

"No, it's not alright." I shook my head. I didn't even bother pretending about it.

Of course she didn't care.

"That's too bad for you then. I'm guessing you're on your way?"

I just smiled to myself. Yeah, I'm not letting her go now. Nothing more fascinating than mean, tiny, disobedient women.

I walked away and was just about to drive off when I saw her sneak out of the house.

I followed her because even though I have a job, I also have fantasies.

The girl has such beautiful, pullable hair. I've imagined it wrapped around my fists more times than I've ever breathed.

Her full red lips, I just knew they would be the softest thing I would ever feel the very moment I take her, because I will, and it will be with her consent of course.

Dane's POV

I drove closely, until she stopped by a house and parked. I came down after her and watched from afar. A blonde haired boy came out and I saw her fucking smile at him. He took her right in and I followed, again.

I absolutely hated the surroundings because what in hell is she doing with a boy that lives in such a shabby looking place?

"Hey." They seemed to be sneaking around, holding hands, breathing hard, clearly hot for each other.

"Hi." She responded, and they didn't waste another second pulling at each other's clothes and kissing. I watched through the windows. Again, shabby house, shabby security.

I looked away. I will see her nakedness at my own time. For now, her screams and moans kept me sane, even though I was clenching my fists, dying of jealousy, mad as hell that he was fucking my future baby girl.

It should've been me. It should be me. It will be me. I had a lot of plans.

I pulled out my phone and sent a text straight to my secretary. I mapped out the location and sent it to him, ordering him to find out everything about the unimpressive boy that lives in it.

I was so curious to know what this boy had better than me, that she would look away from me, straight for his arms instead.

After that, I headed out and I got to my car and was about to leave when I got a text from her father, saying she's in, whether she liked it or not and would also show up to work tomorrow.

My following smile scared me. It portrayed how sick I truly was. Finally, awesome progress.

The next day, she proceeded to show up very late, and I don't take lateness lightly.

I have a very good business and finance company, a chain of companies actually, and in the branch I show up to, the main branch, there's nothing short of excellence, even down to the cleaners.

I pay them good enough to show up to work in ironed wears, looking well fed with a smile on their faces.

Lateness, greatest pet peeve. There is no excusable reason. For her, I knew she was just trying to test me, because who didn't know it was my greatest pet peeve? I've said it in countless interviews.

She won't win this game of ours. If she thinks she gets a pass, then she's a fucking joker.

I have a correction room in my company for defaulters, like her.

I keep them locked in that all white room for thirty minutes or more as punishment, no phones, nothing. Just pure endless white. It helps them realize that lateness is off the table.

Before you start working, you know the rules. It's literally in the damn contract.

She gladly walked in when the guards ordered her to like she was expecting it with a crazy smile. I fucking hate her for that.

She immediately spotted the CCTV camera I was using to spy on her, and she flipped her finger at me and just sat comfortably on the ground.

Now she's in that room and I watched, I was suddenly tempted to change the use of it. Imagine her alone, touching herself, while I spoke into the camera from my office, telling her what to do, the perfect angle to spread her legs. Desire spread through me.

Apparently, I'm hungrier than I thought and Dakota just wasn't doing it for me anymore. I'm rather shamelessly desperate.

Her excitement to defy me defeated the whole purpose of that room, so imagine me watching my legs take me right there, elevators low from my office which was the highest point of the company building.

She excites me so of course, I needed to see her face.

I got the door open and stepped in.

"If it isn't the owner of the building inside this ridiculous detention room. Interested in hanging out with me so badly? You can take a seat then."

She started off with a smug grin. She wore a pencil skirt, red pointy heels and a white shirt with the buttons out. At this point I don't even know why the hell I was in this room with her.

"Amelia–"

"You do realize that I can just walk out, right? I don't need to be here, especially this company of yours. Don't forget I'm the best graduating student in my year and many companies want me."

"Right." I nodded my head, pretending to listen, intrigued by her audacity.

"Let me out." She then ordered. Oh, I thought she loved it here. Good to know she actually hated it. I finally have an edge.

"You will serve your full time. See you at your desk." Then I stepped out with a smile, fucking running away, swearing to avoid being alone with her in the near future until I trap her.