Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel by Rebel Wild (books to read for 13 year olds .TXT) 📕

you if you want to win this case. Have Donna question the potential jurors. She’s good at weeding out sympathizers.”

“I’m on it.”

“How’s Sydney doing?” I asked, changing the subject to something more appealing.

“Typical teenager. She’s excited about her sixteenth birthday.”

“Is that right?”

“In just a few short months. Too soon for me. She’s growing up so fast.”

“Not fast enough.”

“You sound like Sydney.” He grinned. “Speaking of the devil.”

When I saw her, a grin crept on my face as well, but mine was a little more salacious. As she leaned over the counter, I pictured her in nothing but her panties, waiting for me to plunge my cock in that young, tight pussy of hers. She was showing Mona something on her phone. Her heels were lifted out of her white flip-flops because she was on her tiptoes. The position made her legs appear even longer and accentuated that ass she was giving me such a great view of. Light pink shorts stretched over it. She must have been wearing a thong because the shorts were playing peek-a-boo with her ass cheeks and I didn’t see any panties. Believe me, I was looking for them. She had the nerve to be drinking one of Mona’s coffees.

“And the devil certainly appears,” I said.

My cock pulsated thinking about her lips wrapped around him instead of that coffee cup.

Not to be ignored, my balls squeezed in, itching to unload the full sack of cum they’d been storing just for her.

“Foxy, what are you doing here?” Roger asked her, and she whipped her head around at the sound of his voice.

Her long side bangs fell in her face and she only used one finger to brush them back, tilting her head to make sure they stayed. She grabbed the novel she had on the counter and left Mona to her work as she walked over to us. Her flip-flops smacked her heels as she did. Shit on me, the way her toes curled as they tried to keep them on. I wanted nothing more than to find out what else made her toes curl.

Her green eyes locked with mine for just a moment before they drifted down my body to check me out. My choice in suits had always been hit or miss with her. She found the blue ones ugly, so I’d weeded them out of my wardrobe. Instinctively, my muscles tensed as I imagined more than just her eyes on me. She didn’t look at me like the kid she was and fuck me, I liked it. A smirk played on my lips, letting her know just how much. The things I wanted to do to her.

Her eyes changed from me to her father and so did the look on her face.

“Hi, Daddy,” she squealed. I was annoyed at how spoiled she sounded. “It’s lunchtime. I have a whole hour and you promised me a veggie burger.”

“Say hello to Mr. Garrett.”

“Hi,” she said as she took another sip of her coffee.

I didn’t know how she could stand it. I wondered what else she could stand to swallow.

“Sydney,” I said.

“Can he take me to lunch?” she asked me, tilting her head in her dad’s direction.

“I don’t see why not.”

“Let me get my keys,” Roger said to her. “Behave yourself in front of Mr. Garrett.”

Well, that was the last thing I wanted her to do.

I waited for him to disappear before I spoke again. Clearly, the poor bastard hadn’t figured out that I was lusting after his little girl the way he kept leaving me alone with her.

“I hear you’re a year closer to being legal.” I meant to say an adult, but the head I was thinking with didn’t have a filter.

“Barely,” she said it with such ease that I’m sure she didn’t mean it the way it sounded. “It’s taking too long.” I thought she would have stomped her foot if she didn’t have coffee in her hand.

“It can’t be that bad.”

“It’s terrible. I’m sick of feeling like a noob.”

“A noob.” I chuckled, not having a clue what that meant.

“At least Daddy let me get my driver’s license. I still haven’t convinced him to buy me a car yet, but I’ve been test-driving like crazy.”

“Anything in particular?”

“I want a white, two-door, convertible Benz with black interior.”

“Sounds like something you’d drive. Just make sure you tell me when you get it so I can stay off the road.”

“Very funny.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I totally aced my driver’s test.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“Did Daddy tell you he’s throwing me a sweet sixteen at the Beverly Hills Hotel?”

“He did. And you want him to attend, I hear?”

“It’s the only way they’ll serve the champagne.” She shrugged. “It’s not even real alcohol, but whatever. And he’s cool.”

“Sounds like a good time.”

“I would invite you, but you don’t strike me as the partying type.” She studied me with her cup pressed to her lips.

“And what type do I strike you as?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, sipping her coffee. “Uptight, I guess. I’ve been coming here to hang out forever, and I’ve never seen you do more than fake a smile at everyone. It’s like you hate being here.”

“Aren’t I the one who lets you beat me at Xbox?”

“Yeah.” She giggled. “But you still look like it sucks to be here.”

“You’ll get why when you start working and having responsibilities.”

“You sound like my dad.”

“That old? Ouch.”

“Not like that.” She laughed. “You’re not old, but you’re serious. It’s like you need a really big de-stressor or something.”

“You have no idea.”

She lifted her coffee to her lips again, but I took the cup before she took her sip.

“Hey,” she said. “I was still drinking that.”

Upon hearing that, Mona looked up from her computer. She was ready to get me my own cup until I shook my head to refuse it.

“You’ll thank me later,” I told Sydney. I’d just saved her from spending the rest of her day in the bathroom. “Have fun with your daddy.”

“That sounded so wrong,” she said to my