Problem For Daddy: Please Me, Daddy: Book 6

by Brooks, B. L.

  Problem For Daddy

  Please Me, Daddy: Book 6

  B.L. Brooks

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  1. LIZA

  2. BRUNO

  3. LIZA

  4. BRUNO

  5. LIZA

  6. BRUNO

  7. LIZA

  8. BRUNO

  9. LIZA

  10. BRUNO

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  LIZA

  I know demanding independence after a family issue is viewed as insensitive, but I feel suffocated already.

  My father has lectured me time and time again on how my friends don’t care what’s best for me… and though he may be right, I can’t bring myself to admit dependence.

  One minute I’m having an argument with my father, and the next, I’m sitting in a car with a stranger that’s double my age, but jaw-dropping handsome at that. He’s supposedly my boss now, well, until I can straighten out, or so how my father likes to put it.

  I’m determined to prove my independence to my father. I’m ready to become a woman, and I plan to satisfy me and my new boss’ deepest desires while I’m at it. Finding more than just my deepest desires, finding… my daddy.

  1

  LIZA

  I can’t even believe I’m in a conversation with my father to where he’s telling me I can’t go on an outing with my friends, and yet, it’s Friday night. I suppose it’s another night of being stuck at this heck of a home. It’s always been apparent how he’s not fond of my friends, and frankly, he never will be. I gave up on that a long time ago.

  Now that mom has been gone for almost a year, the rules have significantly changed in the house. I wouldn’t even say I like it here anymore; I mean, I’m packing my things up as we speak. I’m not taking another night of his stupid rules. My father must’ve thought I wouldn’t pick my freedom and friends over the safety of his roof, but he’s wrong.

  I’m eighteen, wild, and free. I have nothing to worry about, right? I find myself pretty, as I’m a brunette, blessed with light green eyes. I work out, and I’m employed by my father as I assist with administrative tasks; well, I’m guessing that could all change now that I won’t be living here.

  “Who will house you in such short notice?” My father dares to ask me as if there’s not the slightest hope someone can help. I have no idea where I’m going, so I opt not to answer him. I know I’ll find my way somewhere safe. I just need out of here. It’s damn well time.

  “You have no clue what life is like out there. You’re a child, you should know you are.” He huffs at me, shakes his head, and walks out of my room.

  His footsteps lead to his office down the hall. I hate the fact my father has a client over right now. I’m not trying to argue with him, especially in front of some stranger that I could care less to entertain with this annoyance tonight.

  My father is a stockbroker, so that means meetings galore when it comes to clients. Though, most of his meetings take place virtually now, but not today apparently. Today, he’s invited a client over and to be honest, I’m not sure why he chose to pick a fight with me now of all times.

  I mean, we had started arguing before his client arrived, but it had boiled over the moment the doorbell sounded. You would’ve thought that would have been enough to get me out for a night, but no, it wasn’t; it never is.

  I just want to grab my things, and get the hell out of here for good. I have yet to call a single friend, but I’m sure someone will pull through for me, at least for one night. I only need the night to figure out my next steps here.

  I zip up my suitcase, and go to grab my phone off the bed.

  It doesn’t take more than a few calls to annoyingly realize my father is right. No one is here to help me. Not a single friend has answered my call, or even responded to as little as a damn text.

  Some friends of mine…

  Tears uncontrollably fill my eyes; I hate to admit my father is right. He will surely use this to his advantage in our next argument, which can only be right around the corner knowing him.

  I don’t have much options when it comes to a place to stay. I cannot, and will not call my mother; she left me here and took off with her fling last August. It’s been almost a year now, and I don’t even know what state she’s in, let alone what country. I can’t depend on her— she’s already proven that more often than I’d like to admit.

  ‘Sunny Cali, where you have fun in the sun with no troubles’; yeah, what a lie that turned out to be. Living in California has it’s perks as you’d imagine, though, I just never really adjusted to life here. We’re only in this place because of my mother and ironically enough, she’s not even here… so why are we? My father has expressed plenty of times how he has no intentions to move since mother left. This is yet another reason why I need to get the hell out of here.

  As I hear my father’s door open, I quickly wipe my tears away, ridding the evidence of my frustration. I don’t need him seeing me like this before he begins his lecture, which I’m entirely expecting at this point.

  “So, who’s it going to be? Who’s the lucky one taking you in tonight?” My father asks, reaching the doorway of my room.

  “I have yet to decide,” I answer, crossing my arms against my chest, but he knows me all too well.

  “Let me guess, you have nowhere to go?” He chuckles, clearly getting a kick out of proving me wrong. Sometimes, I truly question why my father decided to have a kid in the first place. He can be the absolute worst at times; almost as if he could care less I’m his daughter to begin with.

  Just as I take in a breath to respond, I notice my father’s client is standing a few feet back from him. I catch a glimpse of his eyes; his dark stare gives me a sense of uncertainty as to what’s going on here.

  I bring my attention back to my father; he looks as if he knows something I don’t.

  “What?” I snap at my father, glaring at him. I hate the feeling of being left out, and right now, I get the feeling something is going on that very well concerns me.

  He seems to find this funny, but I’m sure he’s the only one getting kicks from this.

  “Liza, I want to introduce you to someone. This is a new client of mine, Bruno,” he says, turning to invite him in. “We were discussing a few ideas for arrangements, and we’ve come to an agreement that I find will do us all some good. You will be accompanying Bruno home tonight and will be staying with him for a few weeks. The time has come for you to straighten up, and it’s time to grow up, Liza. The constant disrespect, the constant lip, will not be tolerated under his roof, I can promise you that. I expect you to come back as how I see fit, but I’m betting it’ll only be a week. One week until he’ll be dropping you back off here from all the headaches he’s had to go through.”

  Am I supposed to agree? I’m expecte
d to go with this stranger and what, completely turn around? Yeah, I don’t think so.

  “You’re shipping me off because I fail to keep my mouth closed when you rattle off your ridiculous demands? That’s what you’re doing, right? I would run away if I could… I would!” I shout at him as I stand by my bed, ready to leave any second as I have my suitcase by the door.

  “Take it or leave it, but if you’re staying, it’ll be on my terms. You will not be going out with friends and they are banned from being here until you learn to listen, and without the disrespect in return. You’re eighteen, yes, but you’re far from being an adult. It’s your choice, Liza.”

  My father seems serious, but how? He must really want some time away from me and I can’t even blame him considering all we do is argue, which is yet another reason why I need to get the hell out of here.

  I still can’t believe this is even a debate…

  “I’m eighteen, father. You can’t just treat me like this!” I wail back at him. I don’t care if he doesn’t find me to have grown-up, that still doesn’t change the fact that I’m legally an adult now and I can make my own choices. Right now, my best choice is to go with this brute of a man that appears as if he could crush me whole if I stepped in his way. But hey, anything beats staying here, and given the fact that my friends have ghosted me, this is my best option right now.

  “This is my house, and if you don’t want to live here under my rules, then you should leave. You should learn to act more your age, don’t you think?” He shrugs at me before walking out of the room to head back down the hall, slamming his office door shut behind.

  I hate my father sometimes, and this easily tops the chart as one of those times.

  Now, here stands Bruno; his eyes narrow in on me. He stares at me from the hall, looking as if he’s entertained by the show going on before him.

  His dark hair matches his brown eyes that I can’t seem to get my eyes to move away from. He’s nothing short of six-foot, being that he towered over my father by a good foot or so. It looks as though he’s laughing at me by the smirk on his face, and I’d love nothing more than to rid it. This man is probably getting his jollies out of all of this.

  “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go.” I huff at him, grabbing ahold of my suitcase and walking out the room, not giving a second for conversation to be made.

  I catch eye of Bruno slowly following behind me as I head down the hallway.

  I don’t even bother to say my goodbyes to my father as I walk past his office.

  The nerve of him.

  2

  BRUNO

  I can’t help but stare at this goddess walking in front of me. This is Derek’s daughter? Fuck. Agreeing to this probably wasn’t the best idea on my part.

  She’s fucking beautiful. It’s evident how oblivious she is to the effect she has on men. From the way her bright green eyes stared at me, I get the sense she’s naïve and damn well innocent.

  If she only had a clue of what I have in mind, she would’ve ran for the hills the second we stepped foot out the front door.

  I lead us over to my car parked by the gate, and open the passenger door as Liza goes to slide inside. I loop around the hood, and take seat behind the wheel, as we then make way toward the other side of town to my place. The same place this little one will be staying at for more days than I know what to do with. How the fuck am I supposed to keep my dick under control next to a beauty like her?

  One thing I’m certain of, she’ll need to grow up a hell of a lot quicker living under my roof. She may have gotten away with her adolescent attitude with her father, but she’s in for a surprise with me. It won’t take her long to learn the rules and learn just how to please me as needed. I have full confidence in my little one.

  The short blue sundress that barely reaches her knees causes my dick to twitch, and I can see her perky, plump breasts poking out from her top, which certainly isn’t helping.

  I quickly snap my eyes back up to the road as I remind myself where I’m at, but yet, I’m still getting lost in this girl. I notice Liza’s stare from the corner of my eye. She must’ve noticed me staring as I probably didn’t do too well to hide it.

  She has yet to speak a single word. It could be due to catching me check out her flawless body, or maybe she’s just really that angry to be involved in this arrangement… then again, it could be both. Whatever the case, I prop up a conversation to sift the silence.

  “So, your father made it clear in this arrangement that you are to work for me now, is that understood? I’ve taken you in for one reason, and one alone.” I clear my throat, knowing damn well there’s not just one simple reason.

  “What now, I’m supposed to be your slave until I grow tired and beg you to take me home?” She says, cocking an eyebrow at me as if she’s already starting with her fucking attitude. I’m now considering the begging part to be included in the arrangement.

  “If a slave is what you wish to be, then so be it. I have far more plans in mind for you than just being a slave to my needs,” I say intently, though she’s pretty damn close to hitting the nail on the head. She deserves to be treated like the princess she is, but only if she’s earned it from me.

  When Derek proposed this arrangement earlier, I was open to a few weeks of Liza under my control, but now, everything has changed. I’m not sure if I can release hold of this little one now that I have her.

  “You know, I’m eighteen years old so my father shouldn’t get the right to treat me as he would a child. I’m allowed to make my own choices.” She pouts back against her seat.

  “He will, soon enough. There are lessons that you need to be taught that your father can simply never teach you. That’s exactly why you’re here, with me.” I tell her.

  I assume she can’t be that far off from the long lineage of teenage rebels I’ve encountered in my forty years; I’m to return her to Derek when she can act as a mature, responsible woman.

  Fuck. Just thinking about molding this girl into how I see fit gets my dick hard. I know she could put on a show just to show me she doesn’t need a boss or a babysitter, but I don’t plan on going there with her anyhow.

  I don’t need her thinking she’s simply a piece of meat to me, even though it wouldn’t hurt to have a little taste of her; sink my teeth into her un-touched body. I wonder just how much of a virgin she really is. Judging by her body language, I’d say a virgin in every way, but only time will tell.

  “Is my father really serious about me staying with you for a few weeks?” She asks, already estimating when she’s going back home it seems. She’s in for a treat when she finds out just how long this stay may go.

  “He’s serious, I can promise you. You need to learn to obey the rules of the house, and that’s something I very well intend to teach you. I understand your frustration, I do, but the time has come to straighten up. You’re eighteen, so time to drop the attitude, don’t you think?” I’m hoping she sees a friend in me, while also realizing who she’s in the presence of now.

  I’m not so much as a notch close to Derek and how soft he is when it comes to disciplining her. If only he had disciplined her more effectively years ago, she wouldn’t have become so rebellious as she’s turned out to be, but that’s just my thoughts on this.

  If I get lost into those enticing eyes of hers once more, the bear, the man on the inside I can’t always seem to control, will surely turn up.

  Liza glares over at me. I get the sense she’s counting down the seconds until she can break free from these four doors.

  “Do you even have a last name?” She asks, sweeping away my answer to her question. It’s clear she’s not looking to talk right now, and that’s fine. She will be talking soon enough, I’ll be damn sure of it.

  “Considering how there’s no need for last names here, you can just call me Bruno,” I point out to her. The less she knows, the better. I still haven’t figured her out just yet.

  “Oookay. Well, Bruno, it’s nice to mee
t you I suppose,” she says, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

  “It’s rather nice to meet you, Liza. I think we’ll get along just fine, so long as you do everything you’re told. Just like in your father’s house, I have rules, but rules that have no room to be broken. You may get past with your ways with your father, but not with me. It’s important to understand that now in order to avoid problems that simply can be avoided.”

  Liza glares over at me before turning her attention over to the window.

  No rebuttal I take it? I will gladly take the silence.

  As we continue way to my place, I only get the chance to steal another look at her once we hit a red light. There’s no kidding myself, she’s sexy as hell as I try to contain the urge to ravage her body in this car, and now.

  She may not enjoy this situation, but she will learn to. In a matter of time she’ll see just how much she wants me, even needs me. She needs someone who can show her discipline, bring her confidence, and show her love; a daddy is what this little one needs, and that’s exactly what I intend to be for her. Now, I just need her to see what she is to me.

  I get the hint she’s subtly encouraging me by her body, but that could be just me in my head. Even though I want to claim Liza’s innocence right the fuck now, I know I need to wait. I need to control myself until she’s been through a few lessons, and oh, is she in for lesson one, starting the second she steps foot through my fucking door.

  There’s no other way for Liza now, as she will either eventually go home to her father, proving him right that she can’t be on her own or even learn some god damn manners, or she can stay with me and prove him wrong.