Page 18 of Stalker Daddy

“You do?”I tighten my grip on the violin.

The color slips back to a thunderstorm hue as he cups my cheek affectionately, but his face negates every form of emotion.

“Yes.”

I should find the lack of passion and interest disturbing, but this is Vito, and he’s not the most expressive man around.I can’t judge someone on their interests based solely on their looks.

I put the violin back in place and start over again; the beautiful melody flows through the open area of the living room.

I couldn’t step foot into that room again, especially not after last night’s proof of the man I saw on the other side of the lake.

It’s a mix between a river and a lake; the size, length, and flow of it make it hard to tell which one it is.All I can tell is that it’s deep and very scary, and I do not want to be in there as it's life-threatening.

Closing my eyes, I let the muscle memories do the job of finding the right pace and gifting this performance to Vito.The piece echoes in the back of my mind; it sets me in a place of peacefulness and absolute contentedness.

Stress leaves me as the piece goes on, and I lose track of time.Mid-afternoon smears on the walls of the cabin, highlighting the rich color of brandy and warming up the space with the sun.

I can see why many people would want to live here.It’s gorgeous, it’s a great detox formula for busy city life, and it gets me away from technology.

“How was it?”I ask with excitement strumming through my blood as I wait anxiously for his praise.

I know it, and he knows that I want it.It’s almost a form of addiction to hear his voice compliment me for something I have worked so hard on.I don’t care about praises from others because I’m doing what I love, but I want to hear those words from Vito.

This change in me comes with the dynamic between us.In private, he is my Daddy, and I’m his Darling while in public, he’s my bodyguard, and I’m his client.

Without being a musician in the spotlight, our relationship is frowned upon.He’s older, and I’m way too young to be tied down to him in many people’s opinion, and now that he’s my Daddy, the press will have a field day if they find out.

Which is undoubtedly not a big ‘if’ since they tend to dig up everything.Given the violinist status that I have, I will be torn to shreds, and everyone associated with me will be dragged through the mud too.

I don’t want that, but I don’t want to give him up either.I want to be with Vito, and I would likely die of heartbreak if the media tore us open.

I might not be able to withstand the scrutiny and the judgmental gazes, but what scares me the most is losing my ability to perform what I love or losing Vito because public perception is a huge factor in my popularity.

In their eyes, I’m to retain my innocence.No relationships and no scandals.

Being with Vito is a relationship and a scandal waiting to happen.

There are too many things happening to me all at once, and I need a break from that, and this place is the best choice I have for now since the stalker issue remains a constant reminder of my troubles.

At times, I would try to think back if I had offended someone or was accidentally too nice when I was still a budding violinist.Nothing would come to mind that would impact this much into his mind, but human brains are too complicated.

“Thirty-minute break and we will resume.”Vito puts down the sheets of music, and I follow his instructions to put the violin back into the casing.

I roll my neck and sigh away the stiffness.Two nights of bad sleep are catching up to me, and if this continues, then I’m going to have more than a sore neck.

A big hand, calloused and thick, kneads my shoulder and presses down on the right pressure point to make me squeal in blissfulness.His career choices can be opened for the option of a masseuse.

My body melts into his arms as he makes me sit on his lap while he massages my shoulders with a firm grip.I’m going to fall asleep with the ache leaving me, but I try to keep my eyes open.It’s hard, and I’m leaning back to his chest.

His hands leave my shoulders, and before I could protest, they find my own hands and rub them.The tense digits wither by his actions, and I am floating on cloud nine.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I murmur happily.

It had taken me by surprise when I could call him that easily, and I believe the deepest part of me has always waited for this moment.To be taken care of, pampered, and spoiled by him.

It just took a stalker almost flattening me in the car to have our relationship accelerate.Who knows when or if this would have happened if it wasn’t for it.

Vito lifts me off his lap and plops me down on the sofa.A blanket and a pillow at the other end is for me when I had yawned three times consecutively, and Vito had left them there just in case.

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