Daddy’s Little Pet

ROBERT

Was I a creep? A weird stalker? An obsessed man in love with a woman who barely knew it?

Per se, I wasn’t necessarily a creep, nor was I weird, but I was stalking Renee, and I was madly obsessed with her too.

As I watched her get into the cab, her eyes darting about in fright, my chest tightened.

I didn’t want her to be afraid of me, and I knew by now she’d know it was me sending the gifts.

If she were sharp enough, she’d have recognized my cursive handwriting in the notes I sent to her, and with my R initials engraved at the bottom, I’d surely given myself away.

Even though I wanted to be mysterious, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, as I didn’t want her lashing out at me when we met again.

Smirking, I closed my eyes briefly, my head falling back to the car’s headrest as I thought about how she’d looked today.

She was so stunning in her waitress uniform, and my dick twitched remembering that.

Luckily for me, the restaurant where she worked was lined with windows, affording me ample opportunity to stare longingly at her all day. She worked diligently, which I’d noted, making me proud.

She’d packed her strawberry-blonde hair in a rough updo as she served the customers. Her lips stretched in a blindingly gorgeous smile, attracting many men to her.

I saw how they subtly flirted with her, touching her inappropriately and in ways only I could. It took all the restraint I had in me not to march out from my tinted jeep and walk into the building.

I would drag her out with me, even force her to hand in her resignation, and take her with me to only God knows where.

‘Now you’re thinking like a creep.’ My subconscious chastised me, the ardent reminder making me curse abrasively.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I wouldn’t say I liked her job at all. Even though I knew she was working here to make ends meet and cater for her family, I had other plans for her.

“Knock, knock.”

The pattering sound of someone knocking gently on my car window caused me to open my eyes, and I quickly wound the window down.

“Hello.” The young blonde woman said to me, a smile on her lips, and I instantly remembered her.

She was the lady I’d sent to give Renee the gifts, and I reciprocated her smile by chuckling slightly.

“Thank you so much….” I began, my hands searching for my wallet, and when I found it at the back of my pocket, I quickly opened it and took out ten hundred dollar bills.

I handed it to her, and at first, she hesitated, refusing to take the money from me, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Take the money, Nia. It’s my way of showing gratitude.”

“I… I didn’t expect such a huge amount of money as a tip, sir.” She interrupted me, eyes twinkling while she finally stretched her hand and collected the bills. “Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.” She said again, her hands trembling.

“You’re welcome. Enjoy your evening.” I muttered, and with a slight bow, she exited the front of my Jeep’s view, leaving me alone with my internal thoughts.

Winding up the window, I opened my mouth to speak to my driver, but then my cell phone rang.

Without bothering to check the caller, since I was expecting a call from Mark, my assistant, here in Orlando, I grabbed the phone, swiped the answer button, and placed the cell to my ear.

“Hello.” A familiar feminine voice greeted me. Her soft, slimy voice filtered through the end of the device, and instantly I froze.

Shit! Here we go again.

“Amanda?”

“Hello, Robert. Good evening to you, too.” She replied, amusement clear in her voice.

“What do you want, Amanda?” I asked sharply, my fingers drumming impatiently against my thigh, and she chuckled lightly in response.

It was apparent she derived pleasure in tormenting me. After all these years, she couldn’t let me go.

The warrants and restraining orders I’d gotten never deterred her, and every time I cut off ties with her, she magically reappeared like a pest.

“It appears you haven’t changed, darling. I see you’re still a very blunt man despite everything, and I find that very interesting.” Her sweet laughter continued, this time laced with malice.

“Amanda.” I growled, anger bubbling as I tried to stay calm. I refused to let this woman upset me. “How did you get my number?”

“Relax, Robert. I have my ways. Surely you know that.” She purred.

God, her voice irritated me.

She sounded so confident as if she was still close to me, and it irked me so badly.

I hated this woman! I despised her with every fiber of my being. Despite how hard I’d tried to get rid of her, she just wouldn’t budge.

She was a thorn in my flesh-a bothering nuisance. Memories assailed me, reminding me of everything I’d gone through because of her, and my anger skyrocketed.

“What is it you want, Amanda? I won’t ask again. I know you’ve been trying to get through to me. You don’t seem to be getting the memo that I don’t want anything to do with you anymore? All these years, Amanda, I’ve given you space. It would be best if you gave me that too. I don’t want to get another restraining order because of-”

“I want to see you.” She blurted, cutting me off.

“What?”

“I know you’re in Orlando. Are you going to visit D? Don’t you think it’s time you see your son and the mother who birthed him? What do you think about a family reunion? I know you’re….”

Her words trailed off in my head, and my grip on my phone tightened as a chill coursed through me.

How did she know I was in Orlando? I had no idea my son was in Orlando. I’d have to save that investigation for another day.

“…He misses you, you know, and I do too. I know I’ve made some terrible mistakes, but-”

“You’ve made some mistakes? You call what you did to me just a series of mistakes? You scarred me emotionally and physically, Amanda. It’s funny how you transferred all your disgusting traits to your son. You-”

“He’s also your son!”

“I know how you got my number, Amanda. And for the betterment of both of us, it’d be best if you never contact me again. If you need anything, our alimony and child support is there to provide for you and your son. Have a nice day.”

“Ro-”

I hung up before she could finish, throwing the cell phone on the car seat.

Raking my hands through my hair and heaving slightly, I informed my driver. “Drive me back to the hotel, and put a call through to Mark, my assistant. Tell him to cancel my schedule for tomorrow and the next day. I need some time to myself.”

“Okay, sir. I’ll do just that.”

As he started the ignition, I threw my head back to the headrest. As cool air filtered through the car vents, I let out a string of curses.

My evening had just been effectively ruined!