RENEE“I'm coming.” I yelled as I dashed to the door to see who was knocking. “Are you certain it wasn't coming from the other apartment?” Nicole yelled behind me as I rushed to the sitting room, but I ignored her. I was eager to find out who the person was. Something told me Robert had finally sent me some gifts. With a smile, I dashed to the front door, taking hold of the knob and twisting it open to find... nobody! “Huh?” I muttered, my head poking into the corridor when I noticed someone standing at my neighbor's door.The knock had not come from here, as Nicole had suggested and my shoulders slumped. “Hello…” The blonde-haired man staring back at me waved, and I waved back, mumbling some inaudible greeting as I gently shut our door. “Not again...” I humped, disappointment filling me, and I didn't like it. It had been four days since Robert sent me a gift, and I was going insane. I rushed every time there was a knock on my door, full of anticipation. But I always returned
ROBERT My smile widened when I heard Renee cough on the other end of the phone. Of course, I'd affected her. She was surprised to hear my voice. Damn! She’d called. My plan had worked, and she’d succumbed to the urge to check in on me via phone just like I’d planned. My whole day was made with just her voice. I'd been busy earlier, glancing through my laptop, when my phone had vibrated with an incoming call. At first, I'd been unsure who the number belonged to, and knowing how I was avoiding Amanda's call, I'd been hesitant to heed the call.But after the second attempt, my subconscious urged me to answer. I swiped the answer button and froze for a second when I heard her minty sultry voice. 'Hello...' was followed by a gasp and murmurs from the background, and it clicked immediately. Renee called. She'd finally called, and my heart lifted with a broad smile appearing on my face. Fuck! This woman! She still had me wrapped around her finger even all these days. It’d been almo
RENEE“I appreciate the change, ma'am.” As I stepped out of the cab, the driver expressed his gratitude, and I smiled at him. My heeled feet were on the ground, and I straightened my hair sideways, brushing a speck of invisible dust off my shoulders. The taxi sped away, leaving me alone, and I began to take in my surroundings, staring at the grandiose restaurant Robert invited me to.Looking around, I noticed the grand, quiet street, with everything looking like it belonged in some magazine. The buildings surrounding the restaurant were tall and imposing, and although it was a business area, it appeared to be anything but. This place was serene and lovely, and all I could think was—this place belonged to the elite.I'd googled the restaurant before coming here, and the second Robert had sent me the address, I'd been blown away by the review I'd read and the added knowledge that it was a 5-star restaurant and the best of its kind in the city. As usual, Nicole was astounded and tem
ROBERT Hours later, I was sitting next to my girl, and damn if the sight wasn't spectacular! Renee was stunning. I couldn't take my eyes off her since she walked into the restaurant, her dainty frame wrapped in the sexy dress she was wearing. It’d felt like years since I'd seen her, not just weeks, and now I just wanted her glued to me. To every damned part of me, including my skin and soul. Both the bad and good. Absolutely everything.What was this woman doing to me? My body vibrated heavily as her smile shone brightly across the dimly lit building, her eyes glinting as she ate. I was already filled with desire and lust for her, but I needed to calm down. We were taking things slow.So slow, we'd spent the entire warm evening just talking and engaging in a healthy conversation, trying to get to know each other better. Thankfully, the age thing was no longer an issue, and she'd told me she wasn't bothered about it. She liked me and wanted this relationship to work out. 'It i
RENEEMy hands dug deeper into Robert's dark strands. My eyes closed, a whimper escaping my lips as our tongues melded. Damn! I missed him.“Baby girl...” I felt Robert’s hands at the back of my gown, fumbling with the zipper. He murmured in between our joined lips, his breathing erratic like mine.Before I realized what was happening, he’d ripped off my dress with a rough tug, the material quickly pooling at my waistline before falling to the floor. I stood half naked in front of him, my bare skin on display, shivering in pleasure, and a chuckle escaped my lips as I imagined his reaction when he saw the sexy red lingerie I'd worn tonight. The smile on my lips widened as I remembered the minutes before we'd gotten into his hotel suite, and my thighs tingled in anticipation of what was to come.From his flirtatious innuendos, crude words, and subtle affectionate touches beneath our restaurant table, I remembered how horny Robert had made me feel before sweetly lead me out of the bui
ROBERT I slid effortlessly into Renee's sweet pussy, not stopping until she gave satisfying moans which were like music to my ears. My hands roamed her naked body, feeling every inch of her skin. With my left hand, I continued stroking through the wetness that surrounded her clit, making sure to stimulate it simply by touching it. As I pushed into her, her back arched, her stomach and waist buckled, and the tightness around her walls was incredible.I stared deep into her eyes as I drove into her, thinking about how beautiful she looked when I fucked her. She was so fucking pretty, with her lips hung open, eyes dilated with desire, and hair scattered all over the bed, and my erect dick twitched involuntarily.This woman... she did things to me I couldn't understand. She made me feel alive and want to exhibit some youthful exuberance.With a squirm, she made soft sounds as I thrust deep. Her body was slick with sweat, the scent of her arousal permeating the room around us. We moved
RENEE The first thing my eyes saw when I awoke was Robert's ever-handsome face, gazing at me warmly. His broad smile melted my insides while making him appear much younger than he was.“Good day, princess.” He leaned in closer and kissed my brow, clearing his throat and muttering huskily. “Good morning, Daddy.” I greeted in response, a blush rising on my cheeks, and I smiled shamelessly.“This is the first time I've woken up in this manner, and I adore it.” I said as he placed another kiss on my brow.His brows creased as he asked, “What manner?”“With you looking over me like an angel or something. It's so lovely.” “Well, I'm your guardian angel. Your protector. Anything goes. I'm at your disposal. Besides, now that I'm here, expect more mornings like this.” He responded by kissing my cheeks, forehead, and lips again, causing me to laugh. I couldn't stop myself from smiling, and warmth filled my chest as he continued to kiss my cheeks before moving to my throat.“Rob... Rob...
RENEE “Your hands are incredibly soft. Renee, I could kiss them all night and never let go.” “Huh?” I gave him an adoring frown from the passenger seat. It was already evening, and he drove me back to my house after spending the entire day with me. “Yes, baby girl, I never tire of kissing your fingers.” He continued to control the steering wheel with his other arm, placing soft kisses on my left knuckles, which were intertwined with his.My eyes glowed with affection as he continued to drop chaste kisses on my fingers, and as we drove past the breezy, lit-up street, I began to reminisce about the day's events. After calling my boss and requesting a day off, which she gladly granted, Robert and I ate breakfast in bed, and he quickly went to shower while I explored the lavish suite. One thing led to another, and then Robert fucked me on the bed right after getting out of the shower with a raging hard-on.After cuddling, talking, and having a good time, the afternoon flew by, and w
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