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

do isn’t? I’m giving you what you want on a silver platter, and that’s not going to come cheap. Or do you think so little of your father’s freedom that you can’t stand to be inconvenienced for a moment or two?”

“What exactly do I have to do?”

I sit back down, getting comfortable, taking a sip of wine.

“Nothing you don’t want to, and I mean that. I just want you at my beck and call. It’s as simple as that. You just need to be around when I need you.”

“That’s all? What about the sex?”

“Are you putting that on the table?”

“I don’t understand. I thought it’s what you wanted.”

“Think of it this way. It’s your basic quid pro quo. The more you give me, the more I give you in return. Offering me your virginity sweetens the deal. It makes it all the more lucrative.”

“Lucrative?”

“Breaking your cherry makes it worth the risk and you know damn well, I’d be risking a lot. All I need is a little insurance from you. I need to be sure I won’t get shitted on. My reputation and the reputation of my office will be on the line. Your father’s in a lot of trouble. You know that, right?”

“I know,” she whispers.

“Working for me won’t be as bad as you’re imagining it to be,” I say. “Certainly not as bad as clocking in here every day. You’re young, Sydney. You’re beautiful. You deserve more than working your fingers to the bone and laughing at some asshole’s sex joke for tips. You could be living in my estate in Beverly Hills. Your bills will be paid and your every desire will be fulfilled. What’s the big deal in giving me a little bit of your time compared to everything you have to gain?”

“Which is?”

“A better lawyer for your father to start and for you a five-hundred-thousand-dollar employment package.” I laugh at her eyes almost bulging out of her head.

“What about dropping the charges?”

“You’ll have to do a little extra for that.”

“What else could I possibly do? I’d already be fucking you.”

“Such a dirty mouth for a young girl, but to answer your question…” I pause to look around at the oblivious people focused on each other before I start again. I lean forward and Sydney does the same. “You’ll have to let me dominate you.”

“Dominate? Like boss me around?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that, but that’s the gist of it.”

“Seriously? You want to boss me around like you’re my daddy?”

“Are you saying you’re not interested?”

“I don’t know. It’s creepy.”

“Do you want your father free or not?”

“If I agree, you’ll drop the charges?”

“Yes.”

“Just like that?”

“Not just like that. Your father blew a high-profile case. I can’t just go in and drop the charges. It’s going to take some effort, but I’ll make sure it’s done.”

“When do I have to do this?”

“We’ll discuss all the finer details in a place that’s more private. I want you to come to me first thing tomorrow morning, ready to please,” I say, eye-fucking her in that waitress uniform. I’d like to see her in something more befitting her beauty. “I’ll call you tonight with how I want you to dress for me.”

I let the last of my wine linger in my mouth like it’s her sweet juices on my tongue. I rise, button my suit jacket, place a few hundred-dollar bills on the table for her and walk out without a backward glance.

Chapter Three

The bus drops me off a few blocks away from the address Mr. Garrett gave me, so I have to walk the rest of the way. It’s days like this I really hate I had to sell Daddy’s car. The house is a huge contemporary style that’s so hidden from the street I walk past it twice thinking my GPS is off. I punch the code he gave me to open the gate and walk the long driveway to the front door. I take off my flats and slip on my heels before I ring the doorbell.

“Yeah?” I hear a voice yell from behind the door.

“Hi…” Before I can say another word, he cracks open the door just enough for his eye to appear in the slit. He sees me and opens it all the way, looking me up and down with a nasty grin on his face. He’s tall, skinny, and gross. “I’m here to see Mr. Garrett,” I tell him, hugging myself to hide as much as I can from his roaming eye. I have to stop myself from clutching my bag.

“I’m Mr. Garrett,” he says. His grin turns into a smirk.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. I’m here to see Mr. Tristan Garrett. I’m Sydney. Sydney Warren.”

“So, you’re the one,” he says, with a roll of his eyes. “I knew he had to get his fix sooner or later, but damn.” He leans against the door to let me pass him. “You’re kinda young, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“Not really.”

“Hey, at least you’re hot, right?”

“I guess so.”

“Boy, is this going to be a fun time.”

I hope not.

I walk closely behind this Mr. Garrett as he leads me through the foyer and into a large living room.

“Are you coming?” he says sharply when I dawdle. I hurry to catch up. We stop in front of a closed door and he turns to look me over. “Fix yourself. Trust me, a first impression is everything to my brother, and he’s sort of an asshole when he doesn’t like the way his girls look so…”

His brother?

I look down to inspect myself. As he instructed me so thoroughly over the phone last night, I’m dressed in the fitted black knee-length dress with hot pink pumps and matching belt he sent over. I pull my dress down, adjust my semi-twisted belt, and push my hair back off my shoulders. Per his instructions, it’s been professionally styled to where even though it hangs free, no strand is out of place. I have