Don't Call Me Daddy

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"Now I know that's why you kissed me but why did you call me daddy?"

I abruptly stood up and glared at him. I felt comfortable enough to tell him the truth (well a almost convincing lie) and now he came up with this? What a rude man.

"I called you daddy?" I mumbled as if I were confused. I tried to make that as if I was perplexed as he was hoping he'd drop the question. I paced back and forth trying to lighten myself up. It didn't work so I awkwardly sat down.

He cautiously leaned in little by little and observed me closely.

"Maddie, I'm not stupid I heard what you said." He whispered, his minty breath slightly fanning my cheek. My heart was racing so fast I was convinced he could hear it thud against my rib cage. I could even feel my heart against my throat.

"I didn't call you that!" I retorted, lifting up the pillow next to me and shoving it to his face. He started saying something but it was muffled out by the pillow in his mouth.

He gripped the pillow and tossed it across the room and glared at me. I didn't know if he was pissed off or annoyed, probably both.

"Madeline," he said in a demanding tone.

"What?" I sigh collapsing on the bed. He cautiously hovered over me his eyes observing every square inch of my face. I couldn't help but look away as my face grew hot. What was he doing?

His strong hands pinned my arms above my head. His grip on my wrists slowly tightening. I gasped staring into his stormy eyes. My breath became ragged and I knew there was no escaping this one.

"Why'd you call me that Maddie?" He whispered. His lips were merely two fingers away from mine. I tried averting his gaze but instead I caught a glimpse of his six pack and then his v line and then the waste line of his Calvin's. I gulped I couldn't avert my gaze without having something else to stare at. What's wrong with me? I closed my eyes and tried to calm my heart beat I'm sure he could hear it too.

"I don't know," I croak. I feel a big knot form in the back of my throat. Why did I call him that? Is it because he was the only father figure I had in my life or because I had these weird fantasies about him? Or was it for two reasons?

He swiftly leaned and pressed a kiss onto my forehead. " Okay, just don't call me that again." He warned.

I gulped. Did I disappoint him? How embarrassing could I be. Ugh! What the heck was wrong with me. I frowned and looked away feeling mortified and embarrassed.

"Maddie no need to feel down let's forget this ever happened." I still couldn't look
Him in the eye. My actions were haunting me. And why was he trying to lighten the mood? After he begged me to tell him why I kissed him?! I'm sure he had dozens of questions to ask but didn't want to make me uncomfortable for my stupidity.

His fingers started running over my tummy. I couldn't help but erupt into laughter. I tried prying his hands off my stomach but he wouldn't budge. He lifted up my shirt and started to blow raspberries on my belly button. I felt electricity rush up my body.

"Stop!" I shouted. My body was jolting from how sensitive and and ticklish I was. He didn't stop which made me have fits of laughter. I was laughing so hard that I was sure I'd have abs after he'd stop.

"Adam please no!" I begged, tears began to escape my eyes. A small smile grew on his mouth as he glanced up at me. My stomach had millions of butterflies fluttering around that I could help but jolt from them.