Chapter 5 - DADDY?

I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling, disoriented and unsure of where I was for a moment. Luxurious, high-thread-count sheets caressed my skin, the scent of something expensive and masculine lingering in the air. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it all came rushing back. Mr Gorgeous. The club. The way my body had betrayed me, surrendering to his touch with an eagerness that still surprised me.

My hand instinctively went to the space beside me, expecting to find it warm, but it was empty. Disappointment, sharp and unexpected, pierced through me. Had I really expected him to stay? He was quite the definition of a Playboy, tall, handsome, probably stupidly rich, for God’s sake, a man used to getting what he wanted and walking away without a backward glance.

I turned on my side, burying my face in the pillow, inhaling his scent, and that’s when I saw it. A small, folded piece of paper resting on the bedside table. My heart skipped a beat as I reached for it, my fingers trembling slightly.

His handwriting was strong and bold, just like the man himself, yet there was an elegance to it that surprised me. A small, involuntary smile touched my lips as I read the note.

“Princess,” it began, and the endearment sent a shiver down my spine. My cheeks flushed as I remembered whispering something similar, something infinitely more embarrassing, in the throes of passion just a few hours ago.

"I'll be gone before you wake. Have a nice rest and think about Daddy."

Daddy. The word hung in the air, both thrilling and slightly terrifying. It was crazy, insane even, to feel this way about a man I barely knew, a man who had probably moved on to his next conquest by now.

And yet, a part of me, a small, traitorous part, couldn't help but revel in the memory of the way he'd whispered that word against my skin, the way he'd taken complete control, and the way I'd let him.

A soft knock on the door startled me out of my reverie. I scrambled out of bed, my cheeks burning as I realized I was completely naked. With a yelp, I grabbed the sheet, wrapping it tightly around myself as I stumbled towards the door.

“Just a second!” I called out, my voice breathless.

A young woman stood in the hallway, her arms laden with shopping bags. Her eyes widened slightly, but she recovered quickly, a professional smile gracing her lips.

"Good morning, Miss," she said politely. "The boss asked me to drop these off for you."

The boss.

The words hit me like a bucket of cold water.

My cheeks flushed even deeper as the realization sunk in. I’d slept with the boss.

I dressed up in the clothes I had gotten. Thankfully not all of them were elegant and all that… there was a T-shirt and flare skirt and so I wore it, heading out of the room.

On opening the door, there was a middle-aged man beside my door.

“I'll be driving you to your home. The bosses order” the man said, I wasn't so sure about it, but then with the way the man took care of me yesterday…. I don't know

“Okay” I said not wanting to waste the little money I had. There was nothing to lose, I wasn't getting any job so far, so if I get kidnapped….. shrug.

The man led me to a sleek looking black car and opened the door for me while I whispered a thank you, my voice barely audible.

He drove me to my house after I gave him the address and coming down of the car. I gave out my thanks to him and his boss.

Sunday evening had settled into a comfortable kind of laziness. I was curled up on my couch, a fuzzy blanket wrapped around me like a cocoon, two empty pizza boxes testament to my anime-fueled binge-watching session. The opening theme song of Jujutsu Kaisen pulsed through the living room, the familiar characters flashing across the TV screen.

My phone pinged, a shrill notification breaking through the anime action. I stretched out a lazy arm, snagging the device from the coffee table. It was an email, the subject line making my heart skip a beat: "Job Interview Invitation – Rossi Enterprises”

Excitement surged through me, momentarily banishing the remnants of my pizza-induced stupor. I’d almost forgotten about this application, the memory overshadowed by the whirlwind encounter with daddy. I quickly scanned the email.

"Dear Ms. Vargas,

We are pleased to invite you for an interview for the position of Personal Assistant at Rossi Enterprises. The interview is scheduled for Monday at 8:00 AM…."

Monday? As in tomorrow? My stomach lurched as a wave of nervous excitement washed over me. This was it. The opportunity I’d been waiting for.

I scrambled off the couch, tossing the blanket aside as I mentally ran through my wardrobe. What does one wear to an interview at a prestigious company? Something professional, polished… something that screamed “hire me!”

My gaze fell on the shopping bags the boss had gifted me, still perched by the door where I had left them since I came back. I’d completely forgotten about them.

Curiosity piqued, I sifted through the bags, my fingers brushing against luxurious fabrics and designer labels. My jaw dropped as I pulled out a black dress, its simple elegance taking my breath away. It was form-fitting without being too revealing, with a neckline that hinted at cleavage without being overtly sexy. A daring slit ran up the back, promising to show just the right amount of leg with every step. It was perfect.

As I struggled to get the dress onto a hanger, one of the bags tipped over. A wad of cash tumbled out, landing on the floor with a soft thud. I stared at it, my mind struggling to comprehend. Ten thousand dollars. At least.

Daddy had left me ten thousand dollars.

Gratitude, overwhelming and unexpected, washed over me. He didn't have to do that, yet he did. A slow smile spread across my lips. I was going to look for him on Friday, I decided. To thank him. For the clothes, for the money, for… everything. ‘He fucked me so good and still left me gifts… this must be love’ I said to myself laughing.

But first, this interview. I had a feeling this black dress, and the confidence boost that came with it, was going to be my secret weapon.

****

The insistent chirping of my alarm clock dragged me from sleep. For a moment, I was tempted to roll over and bury myself back under the covers. But the memory of the interview, the chance at a real career, chased away any lingering drowsiness.

I was out of bed and into the shower before my brain had fully caught up with my body. The hot water, combined with my giddy anticipation, chased away the last vestiges of sleep. By the time I’d finished blow-drying my hair, my stomach was a bundle of nerves and excitement.

I forced myself to eat a proper breakfast, knowing I’d need all my energy to get through the interview. As I sipped my coffee, I reviewed the company’s website, mentally preparing myself for any questions they might throw my way.

Finally, it was time to get dressed. I’d carefully laid out daddy's gift on my bed the night before, and slipping into the black dress felt like donning a suit of armor. It fit like a glove, hugging my curves in all the right ways.

The neckline was lower than I’d normally wear, dipping just enough to showcase the gentle swell of my breasts. My cheeks warmed at the sight, a mixture of shyness and a newfound sense of confidence warring within me. The slit, too, did wonders for my confidence, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my legs whenever I moved. I’d never felt so… womanly, so powerful.

I opted for a simple yet elegant hairstyle, pulling my hair back into a sleek ponytail after adding a few loose curls for good measure. A touch of mascara and a swipe of lipgloss were all the makeup I needed to feel put-together. My trusty pair of black Louboutins, a birthday gift to myself from a few years back, completed the look.

The Uber arrived right on time, and as I slid into the back seat, I couldn't resist sneaking one last glance at my reflection in the car window. The woman staring back at me was confident, poised, and ready to take on the world.

Rossi Enterprises loomed before me, a testament to corporate success and ambition. The building was an impressive structure of glass and steel, reaching towards the sky with an almost arrogant grandeur. I took a deep breath, squaring my shoulders as I walked through the revolving doors and into the lion's den.

It was showtime.

The sleek, modern lobby of Rossi Enterprises was intimidatingly impressive, all gleaming marble and minimalist design. I approached the reception desk, my heels clicking against the polished floor with a confidence I hoped I genuinely projected. The receptionist, a woman whose sharp bob cut matched her even sharper gaze, barely glanced up from her computer screen.

"I'm here for an 8:00 interview," I announced, trying to project an air of calm authority.

The woman finally looked at me, her eyes sweeping over my figure with a dismissive once-over that did little to settle my nerves. I felt a prickle of annoyance at her rudeness, a tiny voice in my head whispering, "Don't judge a book by its cover." But the voice was quickly drowned out by my own insecurities.

"Follow me," she said curtly, her tone indicating that I was already cutting into her precious morning routine.

We walked in tense silence towards the elevators, the click-clack of my heels the only sound echoing in the vast emptiness. It seemed every surface in this building was designed to be impeccably clean and utterly devoid of personality.

The elevator shot us upwards at an alarming speed, my ears popping slightly with the pressure change. We landed with a soft ding on the top floor, the doors opening to reveal a spacious, luxuriously appointed office space. A large sign declared it to be the CEO floor.

My heart skipped a beat, but before I could dwell on it, the receptionist steered me towards an imposing set of double doors, their frosted glass offering no hint of what lay beyond. She knocked once, a sharp rap that seemed to reverberate through my bones, then turned to me with a bored expression.

"Mr. Rossi will see you now," she said, her tone making it clear that I should consider myself lucky. As I reached for the door handle, she added with a smirk, "Good luck. You'll need it."

I stepped inside, my breath catching in my throat as I took in the opulent office. But it wasn't the panoramic city views or the tastefully expensive furnishings that stole my breath away. It was the man sitting behind the massive mahogany desk, looking devastatingly handsome in a tailored suit that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.

It was him.

“Daddy?…” I breathed, unable to form a coherent sentence.

His head snapped up, his expression mirroring my surprise. Then, a slow smirk spread across his face, transforming his features from handsome to downright sinful. “Princess,” he purred, the endearment rolling off his tongue with a familiarity that sent a shiver down my spine.

For a moment, we simply stared at each other, the memory of our encounter two nights ago hanging in the air between us, thick and undeniable. I hadn't even realized I’d whispered “Daddy” out loud, my cheeks burning with the memory of the word on my lips.

His eyes, those dark, intense green eyes that had held me captive just days ago, twinkled with amusement. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss…?” He let the question hang in the air, his gaze holding mine.

Oh god. He didn't know my name. I didn't know his.This was insane.