Chapter 4 Like My Daddy

ANNABEL

Yeah, I almost gagged at my fucking food at his last words.

"Is there a problem, Annabel?"

I heard him whisper, but it was more like a custom, a firm question which sounded like a whisper.

"No, nothing, just the food is very spicy."

I lied, and I knew he didn't take that, but it doesn't matter.

If he wants to play the game, then I'm good at playing rat.

"My night was splendid and eventful, and my universe had shifted for a moment, but it's alright. It's never going to happen again."

I blurted out loudly, almost choking on my food. I saw his gaze flicker... Downwards...to my fucking lips.

My eyes widened for a moment, and quickly I recovered.

"I didn't know who you were the previous night. I didn't know you were my best friend's daughter; I had mistaken you for someone else, and for that, I apologized."

He said, and trust me, the drop-dead gorgeous dinner setting wasn't as beautiful as the man sitting across from me as he quickly grabbed his food and started chewing it fast like it was his last, and he didn't look like someone who could have a last meal but rather like someone who could deprive one of their last meal.

But his words struck me; he thought I was someone else.

I've heard from my mother that Uncle Damon, as I grew up knowing, had never married, so who then did he think I was, some slut or whore?

I recoiled at the thought of that without knowing why.

"Okay," I whispered, not knowing what to say.

"Ok?" He asked, this time, I gazed up to look at his eyes, which I've been avoiding so I wouldn't remember the encounter of last...

"You do know that this shall not repeat itself, like ever again. I am like a father figure to you; in short, I represent your father now that he's no longer, and this thing that happened between us SHOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED."

He said this time with seriousness in his tone as he emphasized his last words, and that made me shiver rather than recoil.

"So you are like a father figure to me, and that means you are like my Daddy..."

My eyes widened as he snapped towards me quicker than I can imagine and in one brief second he was in front of me, I can't fully understand how he was able to reach towards where I was so quickly but he was right in front of me, my gaze trapped under his as he grabbed my neck, a bit stronger, not tightly to hurt me and in one seconds, he crashed his lips into mine, his lips maneuvered his way into my mouth as he kissed me with so much intensity, possessively like his life depends on it and I find myself let out a slow little moan and with that he snapped off and went back to his seat just as fast as he came, and in this seconds I was still catching my breath, my gaze wondering between him and the place where he had just stood.

"Don't call me Daddy; call me Uncle Damon. I can go with that." He said breathily, slow and cold, like he hadn't just kissed me like his life depended on it.

I nodded my head slowly, utterly speechless, the fuck do I think someone would ever make me speechless just by kissing me? I do throw them a tiny stone at their head so that I won't go to jail for murder.

"I promised your father to take good care of you and your family if anything is to happen to him, and I intend on fulfilling that promise, your family will be relocating to the mansion in San Francisco, which belongs to me, it's well secured and protected, and I do take care of the bills. So you don't have to bother about working or looking for a job but rather about getting into college, which the Butler had already made ready for. You have the choice to pick any elite college of your choice..."

I heard him keep on talking and talking, but all I really could think about was the kiss, and yet, still, he was relocating my family to a better home. Yes, I was happy for this,, but why was he...

"Why are you taking my family to a secured mansion? It sounds like a cage to me and my brother Max. He's always been a free boy; I wouldn't want him locked up."

I responded, and he flashed what seemed to be a...soft gaze at me, which made me feel relieved; at least he had a tiny bit of emotion in him.

"I just needed to be sure no harm comes to your mother and brother. I need to be sincere with you; I've got enemies, and I wouldn't want them or give them the chance of causing harm to you or your family. I've promised my best friend that I will protect his family."

He said again, with his tone firm, but this time, it sounded sexier, and I almost found myself purring at his words, how could someone be so fucking hot and drop-dead gorgeous and perfect and be my father's best friend?

They were like two different worlds apart.

I had wanted to ask him that question, but I kept it to myself.

"Yes, Da...Uncle."

I said, quickly recollecting myself as I found him staring at me intensely, and quickly, he stood from the table, and I felt my heart almost jump out, and he left without saying a word.

DAMON

I walked towards my car swiftly as three other cars followed behind, but all I could think of was the delicacy and softness of her lips against mine.

"Fuck Damon, you shouldn't have run off kissing her like you have been thinking about her all night." and fuck, it was true. He couldn't stop thinking about the scene, the image, and everything, and now when she called me "Daddy," that pushed him off the edge, and he knew he would try as much as possible to avoid her, but was that inevitable? I am living in the same mansion as her.

'Perhaps I could pack to the other Mansion' I thought, walking into the office and ignoring every greeting passed across me, the only thing I could think of was the blue-colored-eyed woman whose cunt I had aggressively fingered last night and watched her cum over my lap like a SLUT, MY SLUT!