TWO DAYS LATER ROBERTFingers caressing the stubble on my chin, I stared straight ahead from my seat, listening to one of my investors explain his business plan to me and the other business associates in the board room.There was a large TV projector in the room, and staring blankly at it, I decided to pay more attention to what the man was saying for a split second because I hadn’t listened intently for the past few minutes.As usual, my thoughts had been elsewhere, thinking of Renee and wondering what she was doing.Straightening up in my seat, I shook my head. I tried to clear my mind of a certain strawberry-blonde woman and resolved to concentrate on the investor doing the presentation.With my gaze shifting over the man’s sturdy frame, I marveled at how different and detailed his plan was. He captured my interest already even though he wasn’t finished. I could see the man was a genius, and listening keenly I made a mental note to speak with him privately.He finished his busin
RENEE I laughed as I dropped my cell phone into my pocket and exited the restroom. I'd achieved my goal. If Robert was horny and had a raging hard-on, as he claimed, it would be impossible for him to concentrate in that meeting. 'You're so evil, Renee.' My subconscious intervened, and I scoffed. 'You're also very mischievous. I guess your hot Daddy brings out the worst in you, unlike Dylan, haha...' My subconscious chimed once more, and I nodded in agreement this time because she was correct.It surprised me how eager I was to do naughty things, which I’d have never considered on a normal day. But well, this was the result of a certain dark-haired, blue-eyed man who made my panties wet. “Yes!” As I returned to my server station in the restaurant, I squealed again, my hands flailing. “What has you grinning like a fool?” Sally, one of the waitresses asked and I chuckled. She had no idea. She didn't. “Not much, Sally.” I replied, adding. “I'm just feeling good.”“Hmmm… You didn't
ROBERT I knew I'd won the game Renee started the moment I locked eyes with her, and her lips parted open in shock. Brown eyes met mine, her lashes fluttered, and her whole body trembled. I could see the movement from where I sat. Her cheeks were flushed crimson red, and with her throat bobbinging beautifully, she had her hand on the counter she was standing near.I could hear some voices around me and the approaching footsteps of some waitresses, but I didn't give them a second glance because my entire focus was on Renee—my naughty, shy girl.My eyes twinkled, I winked, and with the smirk widening on my lips, she immediately bowed her head as if she'd seen something shocking. Of course, she couldn't hold my gaze. I'm sure my coming to her workplace surprised her. She wouldn’t have expected me to follow through on my promise. This would teach her not to taunt or play games with me in the future. After glancing around the restaurant, I returned my gaze to her small dainty frame a
RENEE ‘But I know you care… Bring it over to my place. You don't know what you did… did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me. I don't know what you did, did to me… Your body lightweight speaks to me.’As Robert drove through the streets, Chris Brown's 'Under The Influence' melodic tone played in the car, and I hummed inaudibly to the tune. His left hand was on the steering wheel, eyes glued to the road, and his other hand was on my thigh, playing with my dress. Since we’d left the restaurant, he’d been driving without saying a word to me, and I had no idea where he was taking me. I wanted to keep quiet as he'd ordered after throwing me in the car, but now I couldn't hold back my curiosity. “Robert…” I said and waited for him to respond, but he didn't. I gritted my teeth and called out again, this time louder, “Robert!” “Yes, Renee?” I swallowed a huge lump of saliva when he finally responded, his husky voice making the atmosphere tense and suddenly heated. “Where are you
RENEE “Oh, Robert...” I moaned as he restarted the vibrator, a mischievous grin on his face as he shot me a glance before looking back to the road. My legs tingled as my thighs shook uncontrollably, and I gripped the seat's sides to keep myself steady. Despite the air conditioning and the cool breeze blowing in from outside, beads of sweat clogged around my neck. Nothing could relieve the heat I felt all over my body and I moaned and whimpered in delight as Robert chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the agony he was inflicting on me.We'd been driving through the streets for hours, with dusk approaching and a remote-controlled sex toy was buried in my pussy. Robert was refusing to give me the satisfaction I craved, and damn if I wasn’t frustrated already. He’d turn off the vibrating device between my legs when my breathing became shallow, and I was about to go over the edge. He was doing this deliberately because he didn’t want me to orgasm yet.He was mentally and physically infur
ROBERT “That's one thousand, five hundred dollars and sixty cents.” The grocery clerk at the supermarket's front desk told me, and I smiled curtly at the young man. Taking out my wallet, I handed twenty-hundred-dollar bills to him, adding, “You can keep the change.” “Robert—” As we left the store, I heard Renee gasp, and I shrugged. “Oh, my God! Thank you very much, sir!” The attendant called out from behind me, and I waved my hands in response, despite having my back to him.Renee looked at me as she pushed the trolley. She was trying to hide a smile, I could tell. “Here, give that to me.” I offered and before she could hand the trolley over, I pushed her aside and took hold of it. “I see you're desperate to say something to me about the tip I gave the clerk.” I said as we walked out to my car.It’d only been minutes since we’d finished our sexual shenanigans, and Renee wanted to go home straight after, refusing to let me take her to a restaurant for dinner.She'd called Nicol
RENEE The sun hung low over us as Nicole and I jogged through the streets together, a gentle breeze brushing the hair from our faces. The city was bustling, with a few people milling about on street corners or in restaurants. Others rushed past the sidewalk with their hands tucked into their coats. I took everything in with all my senses. Couples were loitering, and a sly smile crossed my lips, as I remembered that I'd be seeing Robert soon. Only yesterday, he'd given me several heady orgasms in his car, and we'd spent the entire afternoon together, but it felt like an eternity since I'd seen him last.Even as I jogged, our conversation from last night echoed in my mind, and I blushed uncontrollably, hoping Nicole wouldn't notice. “What’re we having for dinner?” Nicole asked, tugging at my sleeve and hitting my shoulders. I stopped jogging, pausing to catch my breath, setting aside my thoughts of Robert. “Huh?” “I said, what’re we having for dinner?” She asked again, her long r
ROBERT The woman staring at me from across the table was the polar opposite of the bubbly woman I'd fallen in love with as a teenager. She had a mischievous, almost frightening expression, which seemed out of place in the small, cozy, expensive restaurant. She couldn't have looked more ridiculous—at least to me—in a skintight dress that exposed too much of her skin and fake curves. She'd gone overboard with the dressing tonight, trying to impress me and up her game. But I didn't care. I never gave a damn.On the outside, she was beautiful in a plastic way. Her lips were smeared red with lipstick, and heavy makeup covered her face. But on the inside, she was sorely lacking. She appeared as a caricature of herself. A caricature I despised and loathed with every fiber of my being. Just a few years ago, I'd sworn to spend my life with this caricature who'd given birth to my son.But now?Now, we were strangers, staring at each other from across a table. Despite how warm the building
I don’t even know how to start this without getting emotional.Daddy’s Little Pet started in September 2022 as a random story—one I never thought would leave my drafts, let alone receive so much love. And what a journey it’s been.To say I struggled is an understatement.I battled burnout. I doubted my writing when critics got to me. I got lost trying to make everything perfect. Somewhere along the line, I forgot what mattered most—Renee & Robert, and the simple love story I wanted to tell. I forgot what brought me to these characters in the first place.And because of that… I know I hurt a lot of readers.I know I frustrated you with my excuses. I know I left you hanging too many times. I know many of you dropped this book—and honestly? I can’t even blame you.If I were in your shoes, I’d feel the same. I’d probably curse the author too.For everyone who stayed—thank you. From the deepest part of my heart, thank you for your patience. For your love. For waiting for me, even when I did
RENEERobert said I did it.But honestly? We did it.I didn't push our babies out alone.He was right there. With me. From the moment we finished fucking, and my water broke ... to this messy, exhausting, but beautiful moment, we somehow survived together.I could barely keep my eyes open. Couldn’t feel my legs as the midwife worked quietly between them. I couldn't feel much of anything, really, except the overwhelming body ache and sting of happy tears streaming down my cheeks.I was still crying when the nurses brought our babies to us. I didn't want to get tears all over their tender skin, so I wiped my eyes quickly before taking one of the twins in my arms. I wondered if she'd latch on if I tried to feed her. Well, that could wait because I just wanted to look at her.“Congratulations again, Mrs. Clarke,” the nurse said, and I smiled, thanking her.Beside me, Robert held our second baby, staring into her eyes as if she was the only thing in the world and completely ignoring the nu
ROBERT“I don't care what your policy is!” I argued, feeling the veins in my neck pop. “My wife isn’t having our babies without me!”“Mr. Clarke, you must understand. This is a delicate situation, and we are monitoring your wife for potential complications. We need to do that with no distractions,” a nurse said.“I'm her husband. I'm not a distraction.” I fought the urge to feel offended.I could hear Renee's soft whimpering from the other side of the door, and each sound tore at my heartstrings. Yet, I couldn't go in and comfort her. “We understand, sir. But there's protocol …”“Fuck protocol. I'm not standing by during the birth of my children,” I snapped. Why was I repeating myself? I'd been saying it ever since they told me about their baseless policy. Two hours. It’d been two hours since we got here. Two hours since everything flipped upside down and I’ve been out of character ever since.No ... if I was being honest, I started losing my shit since way before. You’d think this
A FEW MONTHS LATERROBERT“Are you ready for your surprise, my love?” Renee's sweet voice filled the bedroom. I started to reply, but the short charged-up intro to one of our favorite songs cut me off. You don't have to be beautiful, to turn me on, Prince’s smooth, breathy voice drifted from the speakers. Then a sharp crack sliced through the air, and I quirked a brow from beneath my blindfold from where I sat on the bed. Was that … a whip? My lips twitched. What was my girl up to? It was the weekend, which usually meant giving in to whatever unpredictable whim Renee’s pregnancy brain dreamed up. But I never expected today's whim would start with me getting tied up and blindfolded.Though it upended my rule of always being in control in the bedroom—as I was the one who set the tone, who gave the orders, who dictated when and where to use the toys if I so desired—whatever my girl wanted, she got.“Baby girl—”“Shhh,” she said as she approached me. “Don't speak. Yet.”The bed dipp
ROBERT “Oh, my God!”Renee's eyes widened first, then her jaw dropped. She stared at my kneeling form, a hand covering her mouth, and the tears that'd gathered in her eyes from before trickled down her cheeks. “Oh, my God!” she exclaimed again, and her expression changed from shock, to happiness, to disbelief. “Y-you’re proposing,” she whispered, her eyes darting from me to the ring and back to me again. “Yes, baby girl.” I half chuckled. “I’m proposing.”“I ... I thought we were ... I didn't even guess this. I …”“I know.”“Robert …”“Yes, my love,” I replied and when she didn't speak, I continued, “Marry me, Renee. I want—no, I need—you to marry me. I need you in my life forever.”Her breath hitched. “There’s no life without you. No me without you. There’s a lot I want to say, but I feel like words aren't enough to show how much I love you. To show how much you changed my life from the moment I saw you that night at the beach. But maybe if I give you everything—my heart, my so
RENEEI had no idea where Robert was taking me tonight, and I didn't ask.He'd told me it was a surprise, and though I was used to him spoiling me, tonight felt different.Was it because this was our first date in months or because we had so much to celebrate? I couldn’t say.And so, when our vehicle stopped in front of a large, automated gate I instantly recognized from the first—and only—time he brought me here, I didn't try to hide my confusion."The hangar?!" I asked after we bypassed security, and the car crept forward to the main building.Robert got out, walking around to open my door. He held his arm out to help me down, but I ignored him and stepped out on my own."Are we flying out for this date?" I asked again as we approached the building, its massive entrance doors sliding open."Yes, we are, baby," he replied immediately, wrapping an arm around me from behind and guiding me through the doors.As we entered the hangar, which looked exactly as I remembered it, with its bri
ROBERT On the way home, my phone buzzed with a text. ‘All is set, sir,’ it read, followed by a wink emoji. ‘Congratulations in advance!’ The text was from Mark, who was to coordinate the surprise I’d planned for Renee tonight—the surprise marking the start of our new chapter. Smirking as I read the message, I quickly typed thanks, before sliding the phone into my breast pocket and taking a glance out the window. The car pulled into the driveway, and before the driver could get out to open my door, I was stepping out. The house staff warmly greeted me as I entered, and one informed me that Renee was in the backyard garden. Nodding gratefully, I made my way there. Sure enough, I spotted her. She stood near the daisies—her miracle flowers she called them. She once told me about a dream where she saw a whole field of daisies. And now she was determined to grow them everywhere in our garden. I smiled softly as I stood there, admiring and taking in every detail of her gorge
ROBERT I watched as the officers led Amanda out of the courtroom, her shackled hands clasped behind her back and her head hanging low. She looked broken. Defeated. And whereas she'd walked in confidently earlier, flashing a smug grin at me, now her feet dragged, and she didn't dare to look up. She couldn't, though, not after all that’d happened. Seeing her like this, knowing she finally got her karma, a bitter satisfaction curled in my chest. Finally, she got what she deserved. After the chaos, the wreck—the way she'd torn through my life, Renee's, and so many others—she would finally pay. This was her end. Her retribution. And it was brutal, yes, but it was also entirely fitting. "Yes," I breathed out, an invisible weight, one I'd carried for far too long, lifting from my chest. "Damn, I feel good," I murmured under my breath, and a smile formed on my lips. God! I couldn't wait to get home to Renee. I couldn't wait to tell her it was all over. That we’d won, and Aman
Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing. ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky. ~•~AMANDA TWO MONTHS LATER Typically, a day begins when the clock strikes midnight, and the seconds tick.For some, it begins at seven a.m. or earlier. But today, my day began when the courthouse doors swung open and the bailiff ushered me and my lawyer into the courtroom. As we walked in, a hushed murmur rippled through the room, and for a moment, my stomach clenched—not in nervousness, but in anticipation. Which was strange given my crimes.Any prisoner convicted of murder would probably feel fear. Fear of their impending punishment, fear of the unknown consequences of their actions, fear of being executed. They'd also feel guilty, combine that with a sense of helplessness, and voila!But see, I wasn't just any prisoner. I was Amanda Clarke, and I feared no one. I feared nothing. As a convict who'd hired the best defense attorney in the country—my lawyer's record was pristine wi