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

it all? He’s commissioned Bree to pack up what she thinks I’ll need and she’ll donate the rest.

“I’ll just take this and put it in your car,” Joe says, taking the bag from me when I come downstairs.

“Thank you, Joe,” I tell him. “For everything.”

“I liked having you around, Sydney,” he says before making a quick getaway.

I have to laugh at him. Who knew when we first met, we’d be pretty close to being friends? I’m going to miss him.

“Mr. Garrett,” I say, entering his office.

He’s engrossed with work behind his desk. I smile at the image of him. I love watching him work. It’s so easy to see how much he enjoys it. He looks much like he did when I first saw him, but none of the fear I felt that day is there, only… fondness… I suppose is what I feel. A deep fondness and I will miss him terribly.

I’ve grown close to him and those around him and once I leave here, I’ll be completely alone, save for my mother. I know she’ll try, but her trying will only make me feel like I’m a burden to her.

Mr. Garrett looks up at me and I put on a brave smile.

“Miss Warren,” he says, smirking at me.

I’m in the same dress, belt, and matching heels I wore the first day I arrived.

“I thought the outfit was fitting,” I tell him.

“Very fitting.” He clears his throat and I can see the glint in his eyes right before I bow my head. “Closer,” he demands of me. I omit the yes sir I know I’m supposed to say in response and quietly move so that I’m standing in front of his desk. “I’ve been a horrible teacher,” he tells me, amused, and I laugh.

“You were amazing to me. I can never repay you for all you’ve done.”

“All I’ve done,” he says with a shake of his head, getting up to stand in front of me. “I don’t know how you can stand the sight of me after all I’ve done.”

“It doesn’t change anything for me. I know you think it makes me naive for seeing the good in people, but I can’t help it.”

“I think it makes you a very loving human being. I envy it. I want you to have everything you deserve. I just want you to be happy, Sydney.”

“I have been,” I whisper to myself. He frowns in question. “I mean, I will be,” I amend my words for him. “Thanks to you,” I say. “I don’t know what to do with all the money.”

“Buy a yacht, an island, hell, buy every Dr. Seuss item in existence,” he says and I laugh. “As long as you keep laughing like that, you can’t go wrong.”

“This ended up so much different than how I saw it in my head when I first came in here,” I say, looking around the room. “You were such an ass.”

“I had to be. Anything else would have shown you my hand.”

“You mean the one you like to spank me with?”

“The very same.” He grins. “When you first came in here, I had to tell myself that you weren’t cut out to be submissive and that your pussy probably felt like sandpaper.” I gasp at the last part. He raises a playful eyebrow at me. “I know now only part of that’s true.”

“I don’t think I want to know which part.”

“I’m sure you have some idea,” he says as I feel his hand inch slowly up my dress.

I let out an involuntary whimper when he cups me in his hand. It makes him stop. He clears his throat and moves away from me.

“What are you going to do now that I’m not here to bug you?”

“Joe will gladly take over,” he says. “I don’t want you worrying about me, Sydney.”

How can he expect me not to worry about him and how can he expect me to be happy so far away from everything and everyone that I’ve grown to care about?

“I will always worry and wonder how you are,” I tell him. “I hope that someday you find more than what you’re allowing yourself to have. I hope that someday when you’re ready, you’ll meet someone who’ll be everything that you need.”

“That’s all I want for you. I’ll always worry if you’re well.”

“What’s the point of all this? If we’re going to spend time worrying and wondering about each other, then why can’t we just be friends?”

“Don’t,” he tells me. I see a flash of Dom in him. “Our contract is over and you’re a very wealthy woman now. You can have the life of your dreams. The last thing you need is me fucking it up.”

I shake my head to the contrary, but I don’t bother saying anything. He wouldn’t believe me anyway. He never does.

She’s done it again. Coming in here in that outfit that had me so hard the first time I saw her in it. Seeing her in it now makes me want to take her on my desk and make her mine all over again.

“What will you tell your mom?” She asks me. “I couldn’t stand her thinking badly of me.”

“I would never let that happen. Just go, Sydney, and forget about me.” Her eyes search mine again. “Don’t,” I tell her. “There’s nothing there worth seeing.”

I watch as she turns away from me, defeated, and I put my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching out to her.

“I’ll never forget you, Tristan,” I hear her whispered promise as she walks out the door.

“I’ll never forget you, Sydney,” I say, only after the door closes behind her.

“She’s gone,” Joe says, as I sit in the great room, nursing a scotch. “You want me to change the locks and all that shit you do after the others?”

“No.”

He nods and walks away. I wander around the house that’s suddenly too big and too quiet. Normally, I have all traces of my