Daddy's Best Friend (Once Upon a Daddy)

by Kelli Callahan

  I don’t regret anything, but this is where we are.

  The next day

  I didn’t leave my room until Greyson was in bed the previous night. I ate—even though my stomach was in a knot, but that wasn’t the real reason I went downstairs. There was a part of me that hoped I would see a letter in the middle of the table—one that echoed the goodbye I felt was inevitable. It wasn’t there. I returned to my room and fell asleep after some tossing and turning. I didn’t cry. The girl that needed her Daddy might have, but I had moved past the tears. Greyson was already gone when I woke up the next morning. Once again, there was no letter—but I didn’t really expect one after not seeing one the previous night. I got ready, gathered my things, and headed to school. I still had a lot on my mind, but I didn’t want to miss another day and end up further behind.

  “Hi, good morning.” I walked into the Registrar’s Office at USC and leaned against the desk.

  “Hello.” A thin guy with glasses looked up at me. “How can I help you?”

  “I need to set up an appointment with my adviser to discuss my scholarship. Can I do that here?” I tilted my head slightly.

  “Yeah, or you can email them.” He turned towards his computer. “What’s your name?”

  “Chr—Christina.” I nodded. “Christina Smith. I also want to talk about some work-study options…”

  I had been Chrissy since I was a little girl, but it was time to leave that in the past like so many other things. It was a childish name—a name for a brat. I wouldn’t be able to put that on a business card if I wanted someone to take me seriously. Chrissy grew up idolizing her father and wanting to follow in his footsteps. She was a bad girl that liked to tell lies and get out of trouble—she got off on it in a way. Christina was forging her own path. I didn’t need to follow in my father’s footsteps because they didn’t fit my feet. I wanted to veer towards my own dreams—with new footsteps on an unbeaten path. Sports Management was a part of that past too. Event Marketing was going to be my future, but I would promote things I enjoyed.

  Later that day

  Greyson wasn’t home when I arrived. I was dreading the moment, because I felt like it was going to be awkward. I didn’t want to hide in my room. I had been home for about an hour when there was a knock at the door. I don’t know why I expected it to be Meghan—maybe because she was the only one who had knocked since I had been there unless we were expecting someone. She wasn’t at school, so I wondered if she was planning some sort of revenge. Those were the thoughts running through my head until I peeked through the peephole and saw John on the other side.

  “Hey…” I opened the door. “I didn’t call for a ride.”

  “No ma’am.” He smiled and held up a box. “I’m making a delivery today.”

  “Oh…” I tilted my head. “What is it?”

  “I have no idea. It’s from Mr. Foster. There’s a note as well.” He pushed the box towards me, so I took it.

  “Thank you.” I nodded and waited until he walked away to close the door.

  What in the world is this?

  It was a black rectangular box with a red bow, but it wasn’t very heavy. I gave it a shake and heard a slight thud inside it. I carried the box to the table in the dining room and stared at the envelope taped to the top. I was afraid to open it, yet I knew I would have to. It was almost a relief when there was no letter on the dining room the previous night or earlier that morning. The envelope was too small to hold a letter. I finally tore it open and found a small card inside of it.

  Chrissy,

  Give me one chance to show that I know you’re more than just a girl who needs a Daddy. Wear this.

  -Greyson.

  I opened the box and my eyes opened wide when I saw what was inside. It was a gorgeous black dress with an Oscar de la Renta hand-sewn label. The thud I heard was a pair of shoes—the label inside confirmed they were made by Christian Louboutin, but the red soles told me that before I held them in my hand. Underneath those was another card with a date. I checked my phone and saw that the invitation was for Saturday night. I sat down in the chair and stared at the card. He was asking me out—and it appeared we were going somewhere fancy—if I accepted.

  I’m torn, but I do still care about him. I guess I can go on a date with him—he definitely won’t see me as a girl who needs a Daddy in this gorgeous dress.

  I waited for Greyson to come home, but he never did. The chef showed up, without me calling for him, and made dinner. I ate alone, called home, and then I worked on my assignments until it was time for bed. I still had to finish my first semester before I could get my schedule set for an Event Marketing degree that didn’t involve Sports Management. It would let me graduate on time instead of spending an extra year at USC, and I felt like it was the right option. When I woke up the next morning, I was curious enough to check Greyson’s room. He didn’t make it home. Apparently, he wasn’t looking forward to our awkward meeting either.

  Saturday night

  Greyson didn’t return home after I told him that I needed time. I spent the rest of the week alone in his house. I had no idea where he went, but I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of guilt. I knew it would be awkward, but I never meant to kick him out of his own house. The time apart gave me time to think, and when I woke up on Saturday morning, I knew I would be putting on the dress that evening. We needed to talk, and I was a little curious to see what it was like to go on a real date with him. I wasn’t sure if he could actually see me as the woman I had become, but I did miss him. The time apart had reminded me how much I enjoyed spending time with him and being away from him didn’t feel right.

  I don’t know if this will lead to anything, but I’m willing to give it a shot.

  The dress was beautiful. The shoes were magnificent. I didn’t have a purse to match, but I had one that was close enough to pass for elegant. I walked downstairs once I was finished getting ready and was waiting by the door when I heard a car outside. I opened the door to see John standing beside a limousine, and he immediately opened the door. I expected Greyson to be inside, but he wasn’t. John wouldn’t tell me where we were going, but he said Greyson would be there. I looked out the window as he drove—and after twenty minutes, I realized we were entering Beverly Hills. Some of the mansions we passed put Greyson’s to shame, and when the limousine pulled up to the front of one, I saw several faces that I recognized.

  “Oh my god…” I slid over to the window. “Is that…”

  “It probably is.” John looked over his shoulder and chuckled. “This place belongs to a rather famous movie director.”

  Greyson mentioned a black-tie affair that he was supposed to attend—this must be it.

  I was a little starstruck as I stared out the window. There were movies stars, musicians, professional athletes, and all sorts of famous people. I was pretty sure I could name most of them if they were in a lineup. I continued staring until I saw one face I recognized—and not from the movies. It was Greyson. He was wearing a tuxedo and standing next to Ricky Bonds—his star client. He finally spotted the limousine and started walking towards it. John opened the back door and I stepped out the car. Greyson had a smile on his face—and in that moment, I realized just how much I had missed seeing it during our time apart.

  “You look—ravishing.” He extended his hand. “Thank you for coming.”

  “It was hard to pass up an opportunity to wear this dress.” I looked up at him and smiled as I let him take my hand.

  “I thought it would be.” He grinned and tilted his head slightly. “I’ve missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you too…” I felt a lump rising up in my throat.

  “Come, let me introduce you to a few people.” He squeezed my hand and started walking towards the mansion.

  Greyson introduced me to Ricky Bonds, several movie stars that knew him by first name, and a few athletes that weren’t quite as recognizable as the starting quarterback for the Los Angeles Bashers. There was a part of me tha
t wanted to turn into a total fan-girl, especially when I met the lead singer of Avalon’s Kiss—I had a poster of him on my bedroom wall when I was in high school—it was probably still there. I was a little overwhelmed meeting so many people that I recognized due to their fame in such a short period of time, but I managed to hold everything together until we got through the crowd and made it to the bar.

  “Would you like some champagne?” Greyson looked over at me.

  “Uh…” I tilted my head slightly. “Is this some kind of trick—like the last time you offered me a drink?”

  “No.” He shook his head back and forth. “Tonight, you’re my date—and I’m not your Daddy.”

  I took the glass of champagne and nervously sipped it. The event was to raise money for a charity that seemed to have a lot of support. Everything was intentionally expensive to raise money. The glass in my hand cost nearly a thousand dollars and it was twenty times that to sit down and have dinner. Greyson had already paid for two plates—so after I met a few more people, we went into the dining area to eat. We were seated at a table with some of the people I had already met, and they seemed to be interested in getting to know the new person—me. I answered their questions and found a few of my own to ask that weren’t pulled from the depths of my fan-girl heart. After about an hour, they all left, and I was alone with Greyson. I knew we were going to have to talk things through—and it seemed like the time had come for that discussion.

  “I made mistakes.” Greyson took my hand. “A big one—but it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

  “It just hurt.” I sighed. “I wanted you to be proud of me for handling the situation with Meghan. I didn’t need my Daddy—I needed you.”

  “I see that now.” He nodded. “I don’t want to be your Daddy anymore. I want to look into your eyes and tell you that you’re beautiful—that you’re a woman—the only one for me.”

  “Can you really do that?” I tilted my head slightly. “Or will you always see me as the eighteen-year-old girl you’re supposed to look after?”

  “That’s not what I see right now—and not who I want to kiss.” He leaned forward. “If you can forgive me…”

  There was remorse in his eyes, and it was genuine. I did want to forgive him—so I did—but not with my words. I met his lips with a kiss that was returned immediately. It was so passionate and full of desire. It felt like the world melted away like colors running down a painting that had been left in a storm. The real storm was starting to rage inside me. I needed Greyson, but it was more than that—he needed me too. The kiss brought back every emotion I had felt for him and magnified it until I didn’t want to be at the event anymore. I wanted to be in his arms—and I wanted him to do a lot more than kiss me.

  “Can we go home now?” I gasped as our lips were separated.

  “Yes.” He took my hand. “This party is boring anyway…”

  “I wouldn’t say that—but I’m definitely ready to leave.” I smiled and followed behind him as he led me to the car.

  We climbed into the back of the limousine and Greyson hit a button that raised a divider so John couldn’t see us. Greyson’s lips found mine immediately and his hands explored my body as John drove us home. The second we were inside the house, our lips seared together, and we left a trail of clothes from the front door to Greyson’s bedroom. Greyson lifted me in his arms we crashed into the bed with our bodies intertwined. His smoldering lips teased my neck while his hands pushed my legs apart. I was ready for him. He was going to be the first man to make love to me, and—he would be the last. I wanted to spend the rest of my life in his arms, and I knew that was exactly where he wanted me to be.

  “You’re going to be mine tonight.” Greyson leaned back and I felt his cock push against my pussy.

  “Oh god…” I moaned when I felt him start to enter my wetness.

  My tightness resisted him as he started tried to enter me. I knew it was going to hurt, but I didn’t care. He kissed my neck as he slowly stretched my pussy around his incredible girth. My back arched on the mattress when I felt him against my hymen. My innocence belonged to him, and he pushed until he tore through the thin membrane. He gave me a couple of gentle thrusts as I adjusted to the feeling. There was a burn where my hymen had been—a burn that got a little more intense when he pushed past it and stretched my virgin pussy a little more. He slid a hand down to my clit and started to massage it with his thumb as he went deeper.

  “That feels good…” I exhaled sharply into his ear. “Keep going.”

  “You feel amazing—so fucking tight.” He growled into my ear. “You’re going to come so many times before I’m done with you…”

  I was on my way to the first one and he wasn’t even all the way inside me yet. My pussy was aching from his cock, but his thumb felt amazing on my clit. It numbed some of the pain—enough for him to keep going deeper—enough for him to give me a couple of harder thrusts. My pussy was adjusting, but it wasn’t going to be able to fully adjust until I felt every inch of his length. His thumb started to move a little faster. My clit turned into a hard knot underneath his touch and I felt it sending pleasure through my veins. He kept his thumb moving while his thrusts picked up speed—and went a little deeper. I felt the pressure building up inside me and I could tell I was about to come. My nails dug into his back and my back arched.

  “I’m gonna come.” I moaned into his ear and I felt my pussy spasm on his cock. “You’re making me come!”

  “Fuck, your pussy feels so damn good— come for me baby.” He pushed into my spasms and a deep throaty-growl echoed in my ear.

  The orgasm felt really good with his cock inside me, even if my clit was what set it off. My pussy seized his cock and he had to thrust harder to keep the pace going. The orgasm took the pain away completely because I was floating on a cloud of bliss. That allowed him to push himself deeper and then I felt his balls against my skin. He left himself buried inside me for several seconds while I adjusted. His thumb moved away from my clit as the orgasm began to fade. The pain returned for a moment, but the endorphins were blocking most of it. He pulled back slowly, kissed my neck, and then buried himself inside me with a slow thrust.

  “That felt—really good.” I dug my nails into his back.

  “It’ll feel even better once you get used to it.” He pressed his lips to my neck and his hips started to lift again.

  It took a dozen of those slow thrusts for me to get fully adjusted to them, but then they started to get faster. I felt a new sensation—a beautiful version of bliss resonating from within me. My g-spot felt even better than my clit, and he hit it every time he went deep. I wanted him to go faster—harder—so I begged him to. Once his thrusts got harder and faster, I felt his cock throb inside me. It was an amazing feeling. The pressure started to build again, but it was more intense than anything I had felt before. It swelled inside me and my whole body began to quiver. I could tell it was going to be a big orgasm—the biggest one of my life. I wanted him there with me—in that moment—I needed him to feel the same pleasure I felt.

  “I’m gonna come again…” I moaned into his ear and kissed his neck. “Come with me—I want you to feel it!”

  “I’m almost there—so fucking close.” His head rolled back slightly.

  Greyson started to hammer my pussy. The thrusts were so hard that the bed began to shake and slam into the wall. That just made the pressure build faster—but I fought against the release because I wanted him to come inside me while my body exploded with bliss. I felt like I was detached from my soul for a moment—consumed by passion and desire. His cock started to throb and then it began to pulsate. He was finally there. My body started to shake. I couldn’t control my orgasm any longer. My mouth opened wide and a squeal echoed from my throat. His hips started to buck erratically—and I was driven into the mattress by his fury.

  “Oh fuck!” I squealed louder. “I’m coming!”

  “It’s okay—I’m about to come!” His head rolled bac
k further, and I heard a primal roar rush from his throat.

  Cum started to erupt from his cock and his seed flooded my pussy. My body jerked and shook as the orgasm consumed me. My spasms made his entire length throb inside me as his lust brought the release we both craved. He kept thrusting and another orgasm built immediately. There was no way I could stop it. It stacked on top of the first one and my bliss surged through my veins again. He kept going until every drop of cum had been emptied from his balls and my orgasm finally began to fade. I was exhausted and my heart was pounding in my chest. He collapsed on top of me for a moment and then rolled to the side. I wanted to be in his arms, but I couldn’t move. He slid closer and his powerful arms wrapped around me. I got enough strength to snuggle close to him and felt tranquility as the afterglow settled me down.

  “That was—amazing.” I let out a long sigh once I got the strength to speak.

  “We’re not done.” He pressed his lips to my neck. “I want you again as soon as we have a few minutes to rest.”

  This is going to be a very long night—but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be…

  Epilogue

  Greyson

  The next morning

  I woke up with Chrissy in my arms, but that wasn’t the name she preferred anymore. She had become Christina, a woman that knew exactly what she wanted. I saw the transformation too late—and it almost cost me everything. The reality was that I didn’t really give her the guidance she needed to find it. The woman she wanted to be was always there—she just needed something to bring it to the surface. I wasn’t going to waste my second opportunity. I wanted her in my arms for the rest of my life. I had fallen hard and fallen quick, but I didn’t need to analyze it. Our short time together had changed both of our lives and we were better together than we would ever be apart.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” I brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes as soon as they opened.