*Warning: Sexual Content*
I rushed to pack my dark green tote bag. Laptop, notebook, pencil case, and headphones, I mentally recited. The sound of my feet shuffling across the carpet filled the room.
Reyn had called less than an hour ago to say that he'd pick me up, no matter how much I insisted otherwise.
Just because you can make it here on your own doesn't mean that you should have to.
Even thinking about those words made my fingers curl into fists. Was this some act to woo me or did he truly mean it? I hoped with all my heart that it was the latter. Dread filled me at the thought of him using me for ulterior motives. Surely, if that were the case, he would find another girl that was more willing and required less chasing. My heart twisted at the thought. Incessant buzzing broke me out of my wistful reverie.
I had changed Reyn's contact last night so now 'Daddy' with a purple heart next to it flashed across the screen. He was downstairs waiting for me.
Telling him I was on my way down, I put on a pair of white sneakers and headed out the door. In my excitement, I couldn't bother waiting for the elevator and hurried down the stairs instead. Daddy lowered his aviators giving me a bright smile before pushing them back up. It was my first time seeing him in casual clothes; he looked like a fitness model. His t-shirt revealed his toned biceps. The way he filled it out hinted at the fit body hidden underneath. I laughed when I saw that we were both wearing grey sweatpants and black tops.
"You really are my girl," He mused with a small tilt of his head, motioning me to get in the car. His apartment was not even five minutes from mine. I looked up at the tall, luxurious building I had passed numerous times before. It had a lobby, doorman, and concierge just like a hotel. I looked around as Daddy led me to the elevators, directing me with the arm he wrapped around my waist. Tan, beige, and dark browns. I giggled. It reminded me of a chocolate chip cookie. The man at the concierge desk waved when I made eye contact with him. I nodded back prompting Reyn to put his hand right on my ass cheek and squeeze. I jumped and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Stop looking at me with those Bambi eyes. That man was checking you out as soon as we walked into the lobby." His hand returned to grasp my waist.
"I doubt it. He was probably just curious since I've never been here before. Or maybe because I'm with you." I pointed out as we stepped into the elevator.
"Damn straight you're with me," he grabbed my cheeks-- the ones on my face-- with his free hand and brought my face towards his. His eyes met mine to drive his point further. He pulled me flush against him so we stood chest-to-chest, my face still in his grasp. "Let him look... let him take a good look at what he'll never have."
I squirmed in his tight hold, itching to break the intense moment. My eyes scanned his face before his sunglass lenses with reflected the light from above caught my attention. I stretched my arms up to pluck the aviators from atop his head and put them on. I perched them on my nose just like he did before and peered up at him. He stroked my head chuckling.
"They're too big for your face, little one."
I huffed and pouted in disappointment, perching them on my head. But it quickly turned into a smile when he bent down to press his lips against mine, pulling away when the elevator doors slid open. He led me to one of the few mahogany doors and unlocked it with a black object attached to his car keys.
The first thing I took in as I entered was the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows that displayed the expansive cityscape. I took my shoes off by the door, my feet cold against the dark marble floors. I turned around.
"Don't tell me the bar we met at the other day was yours." My voice bounced against the high ceilings and throughout the open space. Every surface and piece of furniture in his house was black. The only exceptions were the cream walls and kitchen countertops, the wooden accent wall where his TV was hung, and the gold accents scattered around the studio apartment. There was only one separate room, apart from the bathroom to my right, which I figured led to his bedroom.
"My, my, how observant," Daddy mused.
"The color scheme is nearly the same."
"I had the same interior decorator furnish both places."
"I love it. The view is to die for." I always dreamed of living in a high-rise apartment with windows like this.
"You should see it at night, it's even better. But for now, come on."
He led me around the kitchen and through the door into a huge bedroom. A bookshelf divided the room so we were standing in front of the study area. The other side of the bookshelf was the actual bedroom the city was visible from the bed through the floor-to-ceiling windows in here as well. To the left were two doors that I assumed led to a closet and bathroom.
Reyn walked to his desk, which was of course black. He took a seat in his chair and motioned towards the velvet, cream chair in from of him.
"Is this a comfortable area for you to study, baby?"
"It's perfect." I continued to look around in wonder. Even the lighting was perfect, not too harsh but bright enough to read comfortably. I was surprised how neat his place was; he probably had someone come and clean. The dirty dishes in my sink suddenly came to mind. Focus, I chided myself.
I took out everything I brought except for my headphones. I pulled up my textbook on my laptop and began to take notes. I felt Daddy watching me as I switched pen colors every so often and paused to go back and highlight important terms and key points.
I glanced over to see Daddy going over some contract. My eyes widened at the thickness of the document. How could he remember all the details of that? Couldn't be me. But then again, here I was studying medicine. I suppose it was more a lack of interest than a lack of ability. Maybe if I worked towards it, I could do the same. I placed the tip of the pen with the pen cap between my teeth and gently bit down.
"If you keep looking at me like that, princess, that pen will be replaced by something a lot... larger." He quirked a brow at me while he spun his own pen between his fingers out of habit. Even that looked expensive. My face heated up at his words. I changed the subject.
"How do you remember the details of all those contracts?"
"I don't have to. My job mostly involves drawing up and revising business contracts. Often times, the clients ask us to handle business negotiations, but Sylv handles that part. I have other lawyers who draw up the contracts, usually. I look over them and revise them. It takes a lot of the work out of my hands."
"Ah, that makes sense. I wish I had someone to do work for me." I sighed before focusing once more on my laptop screen. Reyn laughed in the background.
An hour later I rested my head on the desk. My brain was fried. I read the same page five times, but nothing was sticking. I felt a hand caress my head causing me to turn towards Daddy.
"Is my babygirl tired?" He looked at his phone. "It's already 2. Are you hungry, baby? Shall I make you something?"
I lifted my chin from the desk, took his hand in mine, and pressed a kiss to his palm. I giggled at how his hand was bigger than my face. My finger wrapped around his thumb and pinky. He gazed at me adoringly and my heart seized.
