All Chapters of Touch Me, Daddy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ryder Pictures of attractive women were scattered all over my work space. After going over each one, I separated it into two separate piles: yes and no. There was no group that consisted of "maybe" for me. Either they did or did not resemble what the producer had envisioned for the final product. I attempted to dispel the idea that I wouldn't find the one in here by rolling my shoulders back in an effort to do so. My eyes started to itch as the stunning, symmetrical, dark-eyed women began to run together in a pack. I didn't usually collaborate with artists who were in the middle of their careers and somewhat unknown, but the producer, Julius Lewis, was one of my closest friends. Andrew, a mutual friend of both of us, came over and sat back in one of my conference chairs before remarking, "It's kind of like Tinder." "Except for the fact that you continue to print garbage." He had one of his ankles crossed over his knee, and at the same time he was browsing through his phone while

Ryder No matter how impressive Samantha's sister appeared to be, I was unable to offer an entry-level position to her friend. The number of persons who applied for such jobs was close to the number of people who submitted headshots. There were literally hundreds of individuals vying for a spot on the lowest rung of the most impressively glistening ladder. It didn't make any sense to give Lexie a job in the mailroom because she was going to law school in a year, despite the fact that I didn't mind a small bit of favoritism for family members or friends. Instead, I collaborated with human resources to organize a paid internship with a defined termination date that was equivalent in pay to an entry-level position. After that, I requested Mina to pick up the girl at the airport and had my house management get her apartment ready for her arrival. After that, I stopped giving it any more thought. I was quite busy with several things. The business had been struggling for a few years,

Ryder Therefore, Kim employed a dummy to shadow me. The obvious stupidity was immediately apparent to me. He was parked directly outside the entrance gates of my community, and when he went on the road behind me, he didn't even allow me a head start to get around him. In order to let him know that I was aware of what he was doing, I gave him a quick wave in the rearview mirror. I saw a smile expand across his broad face as the corners of his lips pulled his cheeks up into round scoops. He was brave enough to wave back, and I saw the smile spread across his wide face. I expressed my disgust by shaking my head. Kim obtained the services of a low-cost private investigator who followed me on the highway and approached my clients to get autographs. I was considering giving her a call and making an offer of one hundred thousand dollars to find someone who is less bothersome. The moron trailed me all the way to my place of employment and even attempted to follow me into the parking garage

RyderI did not give it any conscious thought before raising my hand to ward Lexie off. She was uncertain, her blue eyes widening as she deliberated. Once more, the sunlight was illuminating her, and the tiny diamond studs that were embedded in her earlobes were reflecting the light.Her pink lips were curled into a smile, and the brisk pace I had set on the walk here had caused her cheeks to become flushed with color. She appeared to be breathtakingly gorgeous and heartbreakingly young. Momentarily, I wished that I hadn't intervened and stopped her. I didn't just want a friendly embrace from her, but I wanted to feel her arms wrap around me anyway. I wanted her to lean her head back and press the entirety of her body against mine so that I could test whether or not her lips were as supple as they appeared to be. I also wanted to taste her lips to see if they were as smooth as they appeared.It caused me to become irrationally angry, and as a result, my tone was harsher than I had int

RyderFor the next few weeks, I did everything in my power to avoid the Brand Development department like the plague. It was an easy task. I was kept extremely busy with the fresh batch of issues that had emerged after I had found solutions to the previous ones. When I first started working in this industry, I had the notion that a successful agent would eventually reach a point where there were no active fires to put out. That if I worked diligently or for a sufficiently long period of time, I would be able to exhale slowly and deeply without feeling the throbbing pressure that comes from unresolved issues. After putting in a lot of effort for several years, I finally came to the conclusion that there was never a tipping point. If I had worked nonstop for the rest of my life, the length of time that people had to wait would have been unacceptable regardless of how much I accomplished.But I came to realize that the issue wasn't with me; rather, it was due to the fact that this was an