Call Me Daddy.

Dane's POV

I drove closely, until she stopped by a house and parked. I came down after her and watched from afar. A blonde haired boy came out and I saw her fucking smile at him. He took her right in and I followed, again.

I absolutely hated the surroundings because what in hell is she doing with a boy that lives in such a shabby looking place?

"Hey." They seemed to be sneaking around, holding hands, breathing hard, clearly hot for each other.

"Hi." She responded, and they didn't waste another second pulling at each other's clothes and kissing. I watched through the windows. Again, shabby house, shabby security.

I looked away. I will see her nakedness at my own time. For now, her screams and moans kept me sane, even though I was clenching my fists, dying of jealousy, mad as hell that he was fucking my future baby girl.

It should've been me. It should be me. It will be me. I had a lot of plans.

I pulled out my phone and sent a text straight to my secretary. I mapped out the location and sent it to him, ordering him to find out everything about the unimpressive boy that lives in it.

I was so curious to know what this boy had better than me, that she would look away from me, straight for his arms instead.

After that, I headed out and I got to my car and was about to leave when I got a text from her father, saying she's in, whether she liked it or not and would also show up to work tomorrow.

My following smile scared me. It portrayed how sick I truly was. Finally, awesome progress.

The next day, she proceeded to show up very late, and I don't take lateness lightly.

I have a very good business and finance company, a chain of companies actually, and in the branch I show up to, the main branch, there's nothing short of excellence, even down to the cleaners.

I pay them good enough to show up to work in ironed wears, looking well fed with a smile on their faces.

Lateness, greatest pet peeve. There is no excusable reason. For her, I knew she was just trying to test me, because who didn't know it was my greatest pet peeve? I've said it in countless interviews.

She won't win this game of ours. If she thinks she gets a pass, then she's a fucking joker.

I have a correction room in my company for defaulters, like her.

I keep them locked in that all white room for thirty minutes or more as punishment, no phones, nothing. Just pure endless white. It helps them realize that lateness is off the table.

Before you start working, you know the rules. It's literally in the damn contract.

She gladly walked in when the guards ordered her to like she was expecting it with a crazy smile. I fucking hate her for that.

She immediately spotted the CCTV camera I was using to spy on her, and she flipped her finger at me and just sat comfortably on the ground.

Now she's in that room and I watched, I was suddenly tempted to change the use of it. Imagine her alone, touching herself, while I spoke into the camera from my office, telling her what to do, the perfect angle to spread her legs. Desire spread through me.

Apparently, I'm hungrier than I thought and Dakota just wasn't doing it for me anymore. I'm rather shamelessly desperate.

Her excitement to defy me defeated the whole purpose of that room, so imagine me watching my legs take me right there, elevators low from my office which was the highest point of the company building.

She excites me so of course, I needed to see her face.

I got the door open and stepped in.

"If it isn't the owner of the building inside this ridiculous detention room. Interested in hanging out with me so badly? You can take a seat then."

She started off with a smug grin. She wore a pencil skirt, red pointy heels and a white shirt with the buttons out. At this point I don't even know why the hell I was in this room with her.

"Amelia–"

"You do realize that I can just walk out, right? I don't need to be here, especially this company of yours. Don't forget I'm the best graduating student in my year and many companies want me."

"Right." I nodded my head, pretending to listen, intrigued by her audacity.

"Let me out." She then ordered. Oh, I thought she loved it here. Good to know she actually hated it. I finally have an edge.

"You will serve your full time. See you at your desk." Then I stepped out with a smile, fucking running away, swearing to avoid being alone with her in the near future until I trap her.