YES DADDY, MAKE ME YOUR TOY

ANASTASIA

The pain of being constantly ignored and getting less attention from your lover is no different from slitting your wrist.

I remained in my car, staring at the entrance of his house and the text messages we had a few hours ago. I love Ben, and I will do anything for our relationship to be better again.

We used to be so much in love, but lately it seems like he loathes me. His eyes have gone totally empty whenever he stares at me. Bennett used to stare at me with so much love that I could see it burning in his eyes, but not anymore.

I have been wondering what went wrong. What I did wrong.

My brain has been hurting because I've been trying to think of what could have gone wrong, but nothing. I've been trying not to think too much because Karina, my close friend said I have seizures whenever my brain is overworked, and I wouldn't want to have any of that, but Bennett's silence has been making me lose it. I had been good to him since I met him.

I've been loving towards him, always trying to be there wherever he needed someone. Whenever he needed to cheer up, I was there with him, and now he looks at me like a complete stranger. Nothing hurts more than watching your favorite person begin to see you as a stranger to them.

Bennett and I had known each other for a while now. He is a 21-year-old young-looking guy who takes completely after his father's hot looks. And I'm twenty, and we've been dating for two years until he starts to act mad.

I've finally had the courage to speak to him and ask him what truly went wrong with us. I'm done with the silence between us. I really want to know why he has been staying away from me for over two weeks without any calls or texts from him.

I've decided to confront him; that's why I'm at his house now, but I'm trying to get rid of the tears before I get out of the car.

My eyes burn with pain as I blink back the tears that've been threatening to run down my cheek again. I read our messages again, and the conclusion was that he was at home and we could talk things out.

I pull out of the car, rubbing my wet palms on the sides of my jeans. There's no need to ring the doorbell. I walk into the sitting room, and it's deafeningly silent. Well, I've known Bennett to be a noisy person; he is either playing trap songs or singing with his horribly good voice.

I've been here a couple of times, and I know my way around, especially to his room. I run through the stairs and the alley until I reach his room.

I flare the door open after taking a quick breath and rub my hand calmly on my chest. I walk in, but I'm stunned at the spotless state of his bed and everything.

He's not here.

Bennett was never this organized whenever he was home. Did he play me for a fool? No, he wouldn't. I don't want to think of that, as I still roam my eyes around his room.

He vividly told me he was home and I could come over since I asked us to meet. Now my heart is splitting in half at the realization. He lied to me.

He's nowhere in the room. I moved from his studio room to his bathroom, and there's no sign of him. I'm short of breath as my heart contracts. I'm hurting as hell because I feel so stupid now. Why would he do this to me? What wrong have I done?

Isn't this enough of a sign that he's totally lost interest and I'm the only one who's been fucking putting in too much effort? It's my fault; I should have moved on too and quit thinking about him, but easier said.

I turn around to run out of the room as I bawl my eyes out. I run with so much energy down the stairs, and I reach the sitting room in no time.

I'm about to run for the door, get out of this fucking place, and never return here again, as well as erase Ben from my head forever, when I see something. No, not just something a fucking huge thing!

My teary eyes increase in size, and my mouth falls open. I can barely say anything but stare intently at him. Bennett's father, Denver Harper. He is a forty-year-old man who is the most handsome man at his age.

"Holy Shit." I scream in a whisper.

"When did you get in here, Anastasia? Ben has been gone for hours now." His eyes grow wide, but not because he is surprised to see me, but because I don't stop staring at him, knowing that he is naked in front of me.

"Do you walk all naked when there's no one at home but you?" I almost bit my tongue out. I feel sudden hotness from within, not because I'm heartbroken but because of something else that I can't make sense of, and my stupid thigh is already clenching.

"Little girl, are you not afraid to take your eyes off? This can ruin you." His dominance wraps around his voice, my eyes trail off his cock, and I view his entire body. The masculinity got my thighs drooling and gave me the fastest shock I had ever felt in my stomach.

It's the first time I've taken note of how perfect his body curves are. His wide chest and broader shoulders. Fucking manly!

My face heats up as if I'm being steamed. "What can ruin me?" I swallow hard, trying to play dumb when I'm fully aware of what he's talking about.

"Exactly what you are staring at can ruin you, little girl." I've almost never paid attention to his voice, but now I am, and for no reason, it's making my thigh clench harder, and I can feel my pants getting wet as it vibrates through my stomach.

"And what if I want to get ruined by it?" I know I'm making a deadly mistake by responding dirty to him.

He tilts his head and comes closer with the glass in his hand. He towers over me because he is 6'3 tall and I'm average. "Trust me, you wouldn't want to start this. Now go back home, girl." He strokes my red hair and nudges at the door.

"Go home and forget you ever saw me this way." He demands it with his raspy voice. A voice in my head screams at me to run, but I can't tear my eyes off him as determination dominates my mind.

"And what if I can never forget what I just saw?" I gulped, staring at his green eyes.

"Then you are damned, baby girl."

DENVER

I use my hand to slam the door once she is out of the house. She's already seen me naked, and I couldn't stand to watch her see me getting hard.

I shouldn't get turned on because it was an incident. She came to find Bennett but happened not to see him.

I shouldn't even give it a second thought about what just happened a while ago, but the way she stared at me got me fucking turned on, and I started to imagine things that I was supposed not to ever think of.

She is my son's girlfriend, and that isn't even much trouble. I am twenty years older than her, which should be the trouble.

Why didn't I know when she arrived? I didn't know, and that was my fault. Plus, I ought to have stopped walking around the house naked all the time.

It's a bad habit for me. I do this when I'm alone and enjoying my music. It's a sign of peace of mind when Bennett and his mom are away from home.

I charge into the shower to take a bath, but I can't get rid of her words from my head and the way she kept staring. She wasn't even afraid, and that too was another turn-on.

I come out of the bathroom, drying up my wet brown, short, curly hair, when my phone buzzes up on my reading table.

The caller is Drake Harper, my half brother. Drake and I own a law firm together, and we are equal partners.

He is a busy man and always calls when we have an urgent meeting or whenever he wants to take some time off from the company and go on vacation with his wife.

"Dumbass, why are you ringing my phone this early?" That's how we call each other's names. Even though we had different mothers, we have been close since we were children.

Though we used to be enemies at some point, we were always betting on a fight, and we were the only ones who could engage in a fight. No outsider could dare challenge us because we were known as fighters.

We were the only ones who could beat each other up and play once the bruises were healed.

"Is that how you speak to your elder?" He teased. Drake and I were born in the same month; he was only older than me by 24 hours, and I don't regard that as anything. He's not a senior to me, and I'm not fucking a junior to him.

"Speak up already. I'm too busy to argue with you for the millionth time." We were always arguing about this age thing, but this morning isn't the right time for it because I had a strange encounter with a girl, and I've never experienced that before.

Anytime I slightly think about it, it drives me crazy. I'm glad I sent her home immediately because I don't know what would have happened next when she became so bold.

"There are going to be some internship students, and I want you to organize them. I won't be around in the meantime. But don't flinch because there's already a list of the students, and they have been assigned to other junior attorneys as well. You all have a student to guide during this program, and I want you to coordinate it. Thank you in advance, Denver." The phone just hangs around my ear, waiting for him to get done. He always does this whenever he is going on vacation, and he makes me act as the complete owner while he's away.

"Where is the damn list?" I breathed out, running my hand through my wet hair.

"It will be sent to your email in no time by Juliet." A tic spread through my jawline as I heard Juliet's name. She is a lady Drake is more fond of, but with no strings attached; he just likes her around, and I hate her being around, but I don't seem to have anything to do about it.

"Now get the hell out of my phone." I command after getting enough information I need about the file of the list of the intern students.

"Make sure you prepare for your vacation with Sandra. You two need to work on your marriage. I will make sure you go with her once I'm back from mine." He speaks too much; I hang up the call before he says more than that.

Speaking of Sandra, she is the woman who gave birth to Bennett. I wouldn't say she is my wife because we've never been married, but I've always loved her.

But I've been doubting if she has ever loved me too, and I have been suspicious about some things lately. I will need some proofs to make them valid.

I return to dressing up when I hear footsteps from the alley. I wear my clothes and burst out of my room.

I found Bennett staggering into his room. Did he get himself drunk or what?

"Where the heck have you been, Bennett?" I demand as he throws himself into his neatly arranged bed.

"Out with my friends. Why?" He asks, taking off his buttons and tossing the shirt to the ground. He's never been organized anyway. He looks so much like me including his brown, short, curly hair and height but his eyes are blue like Sandra's.

"Anastasia came to look for you." I mumble, watching as he spreads across the bed and shuts his eyes.

"To hell with her, dad. I don't care about that girl anymore, and she should stop bothering me. Doesn't she understand that I don't love her anymore? Do I have to fucking say it?" He shouts and goes suddenly quiet as he falls into a deep sleep.

I walk away from the door and sit next to him on the bed as I take the strand of hair away from his face.

"Anastasia doesn't look like someone you can easily get over, Bennett. She's way too gorgeous for that, and forgive me, son, in advance. In case I do something that could hurt you, I don't know what yet, but I feel the urge to apologize in advance."

I get off the bed and head out, slamming the door behind me.

ANASTASIA

If it was so easy to wipe my memories of last night, I will do it again.

I got heartbroken by his son and got dumbstruck, frozen, and my thighs shamelessly clenched by him. I can't stop thinking about his whole expression yesterday and the way he watched me look at his body curves and the huge thing he has in between his legs.

I was fucking daring; I knew it. Maybe it was the pain, but strangely, I still do not regret saying those words to him, even though he thinks I've gotten mad.

Karina is beside me, sitting around a table where we get all sorts of coffee and stuff. She has been talking for over thirty minutes, and I haven't really heard a single thing she has been saying.

I nod, and, uh, so she doesn't get pissed for letting her talk go to waste. Talking is one of the major things we don't have in common. I'm reserved and a good listener, but Karina is the opposite of that.

I knew she had been talking about Bennett, but I really didn't get a thing from what she said because my mind has been clouded and foggy with Sir Denver's thoughts.

It should be daring of me to even think of fantasizing about Denver Harper. One of the richest men in New York City has the biggest law firm you will ever find. He is filthy rich, but he is the type never to show it off.

He talks to people normally because he believes everyone has value and no one should be looked down on. And aside from his personal principles about humans, he is not easily accessible and hard to approach because of his body and physique and his no-nonsense personality.

Everything about him is manly; even the way he walks is unique. He basically just strides; he doesn't just walk. He always does it with some sort of purpose. His movements are purposeful, bold, and so damn masculine.

Muscles. I saw everything yesterday-his chest, abdomen, biceps, or strong thighs.

His put-together looks make people think he is hard and tenacious, so they keep off like humans, staying out of the wild dog zone.

After what I saw yesterday, I've quit dreaming about teenage boys and jocks. I've seen grown-up beauty that only comes with a lot of physical activity and age.

I've seen his cut abdomen and bulging muscles. I've seen his quick reflexes, and unfortunately for me, nothing can top that anymore.

"Can you hear me, Anastasia?" She calls for the second time as she waves her fingers in my face.

"Uhm, yeah. I didn't quite get what you said last." I blink, returning to my chocolate milkshake, an unhealthy obsession I've always had since I was a kid at the orphanage home.

I have an unhealthy obsession with chocolate in general, especially chocolate milkshakes. I thought I would grow over it, but it never happened, even though I stopped residing at the orphanage home and got to stay alone.

I do freelance gigs to get my bills sorted out, and I'm quite good at it because I saw myself all through law school, and in a few weeks I will be going for my internship.

"Which of the "last" you didn't hear?" She rolls her amber eyes in sarcasm as she sips a tiny portion of her cappuccino.

"Uhm, none." I bite the button on my lips, waiting for her wrath, but a quick smile breaks through her lips.

"I knew it. You were never paying attention because you couldn't get over that stupid boy. As per what I said, you need to get closure, and you can only do that once you've had a proper conversation with him." She stares closely at my beige eyes.

"And the last?" I demand as she relaxes back in her chair and throws her blonde hair back.

"Oh, that. I was talking about the internship, basically the list of students who should be accepted at Denver & Drake Law Firm." My mouth opens in an O curve as I recall that I applied for internship training a month ago.

Literally, I applied to two different law firms, and the Denver & Drake Law firm is the first. I doubted I was good enough to be a candidate, but either way, I did try my best and applied.

"Did they announce a release date for that already?" I narrow my eyes at her, sipping my milkshake slowly.

"Of course. They said, Probably in a week, we should know students who are qualified." She breathes nervously. Karina also applied to the Denver & Drake law firm and is hoping she gets qualified as well.

"Well, that's enough discussion for today. I will need to leave now; I need to do a school run." She throws her legs back on the floor and grabs her back.

"See you tomorrow, and make sure you contact that asshole again and get your fucking closure." She perks me on the cheek, and I return the favor.

After she left, I gave it a second thought. I really won't have my closure if I don't speak to Bennett.

I know he fooled me yesterday, but I can try to reach out to him again. Maybe this time I can really speak to him, and I don't even need to see him anymore.

I take out my phone from my bag and dial his number. I thought about calling him, but I have to move on. I have to get through to him.

The phone rang for a second, and I let out a quick sigh as he picked up. "Hey, Bennett?" I call out, but I don't hear his voice.

I heard something else.

Wait. "Oh sh*t. Oh shit. Harder Bennett, I want you to go faster in that fucking pussycat of mine." A damn female moan!

I clenched my phone and ended the call immediately. Did he just make me hear that he's fucking some other girl?

My heart bleeds as I clench my phone harder. I'm in public, and I can't start crying; it will be a disaster.

We've not even broken up yet, and he's fucking cheating on me already. I relax back in my seat, trying to get my milkshake to calm me down, but the glass shatters to the ground.

It spilled my chocolate milkshake all over the floor. It had never happened. My milkshake has never been wasted.

I lost my air, and now I'm losing control of my body because I'm shaking beyond control.

Bennett must really take me for a fool. My world tilts off its axis and splinters into bloody pieces as I let out a low, painful cry.