Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel

by Rebel Wild

  Daddy's Girl

  A Daddy Issues Novel

  Copyright © 2020 by Rebel Wild

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Printed in the United States of America

  First Printing, 2020

  ISBN: 978-1-7359763-0-3 (print)

  Cover by Black Widow Designs

  Interior formatting by Alt 19 Creative

  www.rebelwildbooks.com

  For Mom and Matthew—

  You give me the strength to carry on

  To Katherine Caron—

  You make this world a lot brighter

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty- Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Books by Rebel

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  “Miss Warren,” he says, looking up at me expectantly as I stand here like an idiot. “My time is very valuable to me and it should be to you as well.” He gestures for me to sit down. His cold demeanor has me feeling deflated. I’ve lost all the nerve I had when I called him yesterday demanding this meeting.

  “Thank you,” I say, trying to keep my legs from giving out as I take the seat he’s offering.

  He smiles coyly at me, rubbing his index and middle finger against his thumb like they itch.

  “Well?”

  “I need for you to drop the charges against my dad.”

  “This again?” He says with a sigh. “We’ve been through this. You know I can’t just drop the charges. Didn’t his lawyer explain that to you?”

  “His lawyer is crap and you know it.”

  “Then he needs to hire another one.”

  “He can’t afford another one.”

  “How is that my problem?” He sighs louder this time.

  “He worked for you. You know the kind of man he is.”

  “I know exactly what kind of man he is, which is why he’s in jail. Your dad was caught with his hands in the cookie jar, so my hands are tied. I can’t just wave a magic wand and make it all go away. The fact that he worked for me makes it even more complicated. I have to make sure every T is crossed or my ass is on the line.”

  “If he was a cop, you’d wave that wand. How many T’s have you left uncrossed for them?”

  “Are you implying that I’m covering up police corruption, Miss Warren? Do you really want to piss me off?”

  “I just want you to let my dad come home.”

  “Did he send you here to plead his case?”

  “He’d be pissed if he knew I was even talking to you.”

  “Then why are you? You should be working with his lawyer’s office, not mine.”

  “You’re the one with all the power. Literally, all you have to do is drop the charges.”

  “That’s all?” He laughs. “Well, why don’t I just go ahead and do that then. Why don’t I just drop the charges and then deal with the fall-out of my whole department being up for review. Not to mention risking my career and my reelection. But sure, I’ll just go right ahead and drop the charges to make your precious daddy happy.”

  “You can drop them because it’s doing the right thing, freeing an innocent man.”

  “Not according to the evidence. Your dad is going to jail for a very long time, so you may as well get used to it.”

  “But he’s innocent.”

  “And you’re blind, but if you think innocent men don’t get locked up, have your dad take a poll while he’s in there. Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

  “No, wait, please. What can he do? There has to be something. He’s dying in jail. They know he’s a prosecutor. Most of those guys are the ones he helped put in there. His life is in danger and he has to be isolated. He spends day after day all by himself. He can’t handle it.”

  “Sounds like the warden’s doing his job.”

  “Do you really not care? My dad devoted himself to working for you, and this is the thanks he gets?”

  “I don’t owe your father a damn thing. Thanks to him, the entire city is looking at me sideways.”

  “But he looked up to you. He respected you and you won’t even lift a finger to help him. You literally have the keys to his cage.”

  “I’ve already told you how I’d be willing to help your father, but you turned me down. There’s really not much else I’m willing to do. The ball is in your court.”

  “I can’t do what you want. It’s wrong.”

  “Then you can see yourself out,” he says, but I don’t move. “What?”

  “I want to say yes.”

  “Then why don’t you? Nothing’s standing in your way.”

  “You make it sound so easy.”

  “I’ve made it extremely easy for you. You’re the one making it more than it has to be. I want you. I don’t think that’s a secret anymore. So, it’s simple. If you want to help your dad, you’ll give me what I want. I ‘literally’ have the keys to his cage, as you put it.”

  “I don’t know. Can I think about it?”

  “You’ve thought long enough, but lucky for you I have a meeting. I’ll stop by your work later and I want an answer then. I don’t have time for games and neither does your father.”

  “Okay.”

  “What in the world am I doing?” I say. My Uber driver is going way too fast, but I barely notice. The sooner he gets me to the county jail for a quick visit with Daddy, the better. I need to see him. I need to feel like I’m his little girl again before everything changes. If he knew what I was thinking about doing, if he ever found out, it would kill him, right after he killed me. But I have to do this. That public defender he has is a joke, and he’s all out of options.

  It takes me an hour to get through the screening before I can see Daddy. I sit waiting behind a thick wall of glass when I see him walk in the room. He looks terrible. He’s rail-thin and his hair has gotten so gray. That hideous jumpsuit isn’t helping. Orange is definitely not his color.

  “How’s my Foxy?” He says with a smile, sitting down and putting his phone to his ear so we can hear each other. Looking at me, his smile disappears and his expression turns serious. “Foxy, what’s the matter?” I shrug. “You can’t hide it from your old man. What made you so upset?”

  “Besides seeing you in here
? Nothing. I just miss having you home. I can’t wait until you can leave this place.”

  I look around him at the men in orange jumpsuits all talking on phones. You can tell most of them have been in for a while. They’re huge, covered in tattoos, with expressions that dare you to say anything to them.

  “That’s easier said than done, pumpkin.”

  “Are you giving up?”

  “I’m trying not to but being in here all day leaves me with nothing to do but think. I’ve been talking with your mother and I think you should take her up on her offer to move up there with her.”

  “She’s such a bitch. I told her not to bring that up. I can’t believe she called you just so she could have her way. Did she guilt trip you? Like you already don’t have enough to worry about. God, she’s so selfish.”

  “Hey, leave your mother alone, okay. She’s right, and I’m glad she’s concerned about you. This trial is going to be hard, and there’s no guarantee that I’ll make it back out again. I could be looking at a lot of years.” I hate that look in his eyes because I know what he’s silently saying. I’m just not ready to face it yet. I just can’t give up hope that he’ll somehow walk out of here and come back home again. “Move up there with Mom and get a fresh start.”

  “No way,” I tell him. How could he even think I could leave him now? He’d be all alone with no one to look out for him, with no one to fight for him. “There’s no way I’m leaving you like this and I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

  I’m about to start crying and that pisses me off because I hate crying.

  “All right, Foxy, all right. I’m not throwing in the towel just yet. Hell, I’ve been knocked down worse than this. I just worry about you all alone. I worry about how you’re getting by. I can’t stand not being able to protect you. Is that detective still asking you questions?”

  “Every chance he gets.”

  “Don’t tell him a damn thing. Don’t talk to him at all. He’ll just twist everything around.”

  “I know. I know. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.” I lie to him.

  “How’re we doing on money? I hope you didn’t put anything on my books?”

  “Twenty bucks and can you please not spend it on noodles and candy bars. You still have to control your blood sugar in here.”

  “It’s not like I have a lot of food to choose from, baby girl.”

  “Don’t they know you’re diabetic?”

  “They don’t care.” He laughs. “Don’t worry about me. Focus on you having enough money to live on.”

  “I’m working a lot at the restaurant.”

  “You shouldn’t be working. You should be out living it up, spending all my money. My plans for us have all gone to shit. We were supposed to be on a yacht in Cancun right now.”

  “I hate the water and I don’t mind working.” I lie again. I hate everything about my job. “The pay’s good and at least I get to eat for free.”

  “That doesn’t put my mind at ease with me being locked away in here. I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you.”

  “Please, don’t worry. I’d tell you if something was wrong.” I lie for the third time. I don’t think I’ve ever lied this much to him in one day. “If he knew what his little girl was planning to do in just a few hours, that would be the end of him. “I’ll put more money on your books so you can get some real food.”

  “Listen to me.” His voice is straining and I can’t tell if it’s from pain or if he’s trying to hold his emotions in check. He glances up at the camera behind me and I know whatever he was going to say is over now. “I don’t need that much in here and if you don’t want to stay with your mother, that’s fine. I know you two are like oil and water, but she’s right about one thing. You can’t let what’s happening to me stop you from going to school. Get your education and focus on your future. You let me worry about me. I can fight my own battles.”

  How can he say that? This place is crap. He can’t fight for himself being locked away in here.

  “Time’s up,” a big burly guard says, coming up behind him.

  “Yeah,” Daddy says to him before smiling at me.

  “I’ll see you soon.” I whisper, pressing my hand against the glass between us that’s already dirty from other people’s handprints. He does the same before hanging up the phone. I watch as the guard walks him out. He takes one last look at me before he disappears behind the door.

  I rush out of the visiting room and to the parking lot, taking a deep breath of fresh air, feeling guilty that I can do that when he can’t. I hope that I can make this all go away and it will just be an awful memory we laugh about later. I drive quickly to Calhoun’s. My shift is starting soon.

  Chapter Two

  The parking lot’s not full this evening, so I hope that means the cook has time to prepare the food better than he normally does. I won’t hold my breath. A cute little brunette is at the hostess counter when I walk in and I give her my name. I’ve never seen her before. She must be new. I come here often enough that most of the hostesses know me already.

  “I’d like to be seated at one of Sydney Warren’s tables,” I tell her. “It needs to be private.”

  “Of course, right this way.” She escorts me to a corner table away from the other patrons. I check her out. She has a nice ass. It’s not as nice as Sydney’s. Images of me fucking Sydney from behind invades my mind. “You came just in time. This is her last empty table. Everyone’s been requesting her as their server today.”

  “Is that right?”

  “She’s popular.”

  “Thank you,” I say as she sits me down and places my menu in my hand. “I hope the wait won’t be long.” I look around the half-empty restaurant.

  “It shouldn’t be,” she assures me, calling a server over with my water. I take the goblet and drink, still looking over the menu. “There she is,” she says of Sydney approaching us.

  “Excellent,” I say to her. “You can go now.”

  Checking out her ass has made me frustrated. I shift slightly in my seat to stop my hard-on. I haven’t had an orgasm today and it shows.

  “Enjoy your meal,” she says, walking away.

  “I’m sure I will,” I say, looking at Sydney. She’s really the only meal I want to partake in.

  “Hello, Mr. Garrett,” she says in a voice barely above a whisper.

  She hates working here, and she knows I know it. I don’t even try to hide how much pleasure I’m getting out of her misery. She’ll probably get me back by spitting in my food. Like that would stop me from eating it.

  “Sydney.” My voice is as smooth as satin, but I’m practically drooling over the chance that by the end of this conversation, she’ll be on her knees with my cock in her mouth.

  I lean forward in my chair, trying to act as if I’m only making polite conversation, but the wheels of lust are quickly spinning in my head. All the possibilities and I will have her any way I want her. She smells of pure innocence. My fingers itch just thinking about touching my little unpopped cherry.

  Perhaps I’ll have her wear this little outfit she has on when I fuck her. She looks professional with just a hint of sexy. The fitted button-down shirt hugs her waist and accentuates her perky tits, and the skirt is short enough to show off her legs, despite those god-awful flats. Her long hair is pulled back into an elegant bun. Her whole attitude just screams virgin and it’s a magnet for every horny bastard in here. No wonder they’re requesting her tables. She could bring Satan to his knees.

  “What can I get for you this evening?”

  “I’ll have the filet mignon, southwest chopped salad, and the answer to my question.”

  “How about a bottle of our Cabernet Sauvignon to go along with that?”

  “Excellent,” I say with a smile, handing her my menu. “I’m quite… thirsty.” I imagine what she’d ta
ste like. She tries to take the menu from me, but I hold on to it, licking my lips as I eye-fuck her, until she has to pull it out of my hands.

  “I’ll bring it right over.”

  She walks away and I stare at her until she disappears from my sight. I couldn’t help but notice how her nipples started to poke through her thin top when she saw me glaring at her tits. I all but licked my lips at them. Her body’s already responding to me. It’s only a matter of time before her mind follows suit.

  Twenty minutes later, I spot her again, coming back with my order. I catch myself almost rising from the table to acknowledge her arrival. Like I’ve been doing since I found out she had a job here, I eat in silence, watching her go about her work. I’m annoyed when I hear her forced laugh at an inappropriate joke from one of her male patrons. He’s about her age. Just old enough for me to kick his ass. Finally, she comes back over to check on me once her tables have all cleared.

  “I hope you know you won’t be getting a tip with all of this neglect.”

  “Do you have to make this so hard?” She takes my bottle of wine and refills my glass before sitting down, joining me.

  “You are the one making it hard, insisting on working at this establishment instead of accepting my offer. It would be so much better working for me.”

  “Working? Is that what you call what you’re offering? Working?”

  “Absolutely. What else would it be?”

  “So, you’re going to pay me to fuck you?”

  “Lower your goddamn voice,” I say, looking around. She does the same, but luckily, no one’s paying us any attention. “Exactly what is it about my offer that repulses you?”

  “The fact that you want me to sleep with you,” she whispers. “The fact that I’ve known you since I was a kid. The fact that you want me to sleep with you.”

  “You’ve said that already.”

  “Just in case you missed it.”

  “Have you forgotten that it was you who came to me for my help?”

  “I thought you could help with giving my dad a break. He got caught up working for you, remember?”

  “That’s not how it works.”