by Celia Crown
That’s the kind of night that I want, not some promotion with rich people and the expensive stick up their butts. Though, it is Daddies’ big night where they’re going to reel in bigger fishes and grander revenue.
I’m going to suck it up and let lusty women get an eyeful of my Daddies.
“Daddy, am I going to be eye-candy in your arms?” I ask them with a grin.
Mr. Stephan’s breath fans my cheek as he kisses me, “No, you’re going to be the boss of us.”
I frown in confusion, “How does that work?”
“You tell us what to do; when you want to leave, what do you want to eat, and who’s bothering you and we’ll deal with them.” Daddy runs a hand down my curls and guides me to the front of the mahogany desk.
“Really?” I try to compose myself and not sound so surprised, but it really did come out of nowhere.
They are willing to relinquish their control to me. I have free reign to do whatever I want, and they won’t say anything. I think they will have limits as to what I can and can’t do; they’re not going to let me near a drop of alcohol or shake hands with another man.
Any touching is forbidden even if it’s a courtesy.
Since they’re giving me this power, I’m going to have fun with it.
“Can I have chocolate for dinner?”
“Don’t push it,” they say simultaneously.
That ends the discussion, and I’m left pouting at them when Daddy kneels to slip my feet into the high heels, so my dress doesn’t sweep the floor. It’s a shame to ruin this beautiful dress with dust, and god knows what else is on the ground.
Everything goes smoothly when we get into the car, and the driver doesn’t even look back to see who’s entering the back seats. This is a new driver, and I wonder what happened to the last one, the previous driver wasn’t bad, but he was chatty, so she and I always talked during rides to places.
Sometimes Daddy is with me and sometimes he isn’t so it’s lonely in the car with no one to turn to.
The car stops at the front of a massive building where there are people snapping pictures as if we were celebrities. I honestly wish they weren’t there, and the red carpet makes it worst.
The car in front of us had dropped a couple off at the red carpet, and they’re already walking midway to the doors while waving to the photographers.
Should I call them news reporters, journalists, paparazzi? I think paparazzi should suffice for now as a bodyguard for the event opens the door to the passenger seat.
Mr. Stephan goes out first, and there are shrilling screams from women, and I’m almost scared to come out, but his hand extends inside to hold mine. I have no faith in myself to look graceful when I get out of the car because this dress is so frail that it’s going to rip from the wind blowing on it.
He holds my hand and smiles down on me. I nervously crack a smile back at him; it’s a lot to take in, I have never been to places like this where there are tons of security and even more paparazzi shoving cameras through the red ropes.
Daddy’s arm comes to curl around my waist. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as the flashing from cameras goes beyond crazy.
There are shouts and questions thrown at us, but Daddies ignore them and walk proudly with their heads held up high. I hear questions about cheating and publicity stunt, and it hurts me when I know it shouldn’t.
Daddies have warned me about the underhanded methods people will use to get any reaction from me; while my men have experience dealing with these vultures, I’m nowhere near as strong as them.
It feels like the longest walk I have been on since that one time I wanted to walk around the mansion as exercise.
The event is being held on the eighth floor, where there is a grand hall with spacious ceilings and high glass windows. Everyone is in their high-priced dresses and suits. It’s the type of lifestyle that radiates money and influence.
The earrings on that one woman’s ears are probably worth one of my kidneys.
These people are no joke.
When the first guest comes up to Daddies and socialize, I zero in on the food table with sweets that I have not seen in the company. It must be the food that the guests had brought to try and impress each other or seal a deal with Daddies’ company, so they get more exposure.
It would be rude to not to try all of them; everyone puts their work into the food, so it’s my turn to do the work.
My belly needs something to settle the nervousness that I have around these people who speak more eloquently than the Queen of England.
I spot a lovely gentleman who has a beautiful woman in his arms. They look happy, and it’s not the fake type; I see couples in the grand hall who may look like they are happy with each other, but I can see that they aren’t.
This couple is different. They seem to be in love.
“Where are your eyes, little girl?” Daddy’s bark cuts off my air, and I choke in shock.
I shake my head, “I’m not looking for another Daddy, I promise!”
It’s a blurt of an honest sentence that sounds bad something out of my mouth. It was better in my head, but the damage is already done.
Darkness clouds Daddy’s eyes, jaw setting with the implication of a promise yet to be spoken of and the dizzy awareness buzzing in the back of my mind paves the path of what tonight would look like.
“There will never be a third, little princess. Need I remind you the last time you misbehaved?”
Mr. Stephan smiles on the side of polite and somehow, it looks more threatening than the glare Daddy flashed towards me just a second ago.
Finale
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