Page 30 of Stalker Daddy

If she thinks that it’s going to get Fia to sign away her life in the hands of a shady company with shady selling tactics, then she has not done enough homework when she targeted Fia for her next big client.

I am the one that makes the decisions for Fia when it comes to her safety.She trusts me to put a stop to any nonsense before Fia does something she will regret because she can’t see three steps ahead.

I don’t blame her for that because she has always been more fascinated by her world of music and violin strings than understanding the mind games everyone seems to play.

The woman slumps her shoulders.“I am a big fan of yours, so I know you do not have a significant other, but when you do contact us about your premium policy, we would gladly introduce a clause in your contract.It wouldn’t be anything big, and it wouldn’t cost you more money.”

She’s speaking as if she knows for a fact that Fia will call her after this charade.My darling is innocent and naïve, but she isn’t stupid in any sense.Anyone from miles away could smell this scheme and grimace at the distaste of it.

“What clause?”Fia, as polite as possible, asks out of respect for the hustle.

The woman without an ounce of indignity decides to jab at where Fia is the most vulnerable.She is playing with Fia’s feelings and tapping into the lack of familiar relations.“Because you don’t have a husband and you are not close enough to anyone for you to have a benefactor, we would have the power of attorney so we can plan your funeral services for you.This way, your family will grieve without stress."

This woman is shameless.She is cursing Fia to die, and she has the balls to tell Fia that she will return the insurance money to the very service that started this.

“I don’t need—”

The woman scoffs with a scowl when she realizes that she is starting to lose Fia, but it wasn’t like she ever had my darling’s attention in the first place.

“Nonsense, Miss.Fia.”The woman pulls out her card and put her wine down to write down a phone number at the back.“Everyone needs this service because it’s normal to want to be taken care of.Women are meant to be pampered, and our service will make sure of that.”

She’s a greedy wench and a budding misogynist.

Fia shakes her head and beams so prettily that it’s a ‘fuck-you’ to the woman.“I don’t need your service, ma’am.I already have a will, and it is in the process of being revised.”

The woman clears her throat, eyes flickering with dismay as she upholds a certain level of professionalism.Her hand withdraws back and slips the card on the table for Fia before she picks up her drink with forced classiness.

It’s obvious that she’s disgruntled at the effort she put in to sell life insurance through fear and the unknown of the future, but it’s her fault for not seeing Fia’s lack of interest.

“Please excuse us,” Fia says as she wraps her arm around mine to push me away.

The woman tries to stop Fia, but one look from me makes her drop her hand.At least she knows when she will be in physical danger if she dares to put those grubby hands on my darling.

Fia sighs heavily, eyes wide with disbelief as she shudders throughout the walk.I pat her hand with my other one, and she squeezes my arm appreciatively.The sweetness in her smile can’t stop me from leaning down for a kiss.

She doesn’t dodge as she finds herself on her toes to meet me halfway.We’re in public and in the middle of a gathering with no one knowing about our relationship, so it’s a big risk.

Everyone stares at us when we separate, and her cheeks go up in flames, but she smiles shyly at me.This is her way of showing everyone that she is taken, and she is not afraid of the repercussion of public perception.

I can already read the headlines for tomorrow, but it’ll give her more exposure because the press is press, and they will be on her just before her performance.

I know they will dig into my past and smear my name on the headliners.I am a former army commander, so it’s natural for me to have dark skeletons in my closet, but all of them are classified.

The worst that can happen is taunts about my age, and I become a gold-digger trying to leech onto my darling’s fame.

They can portray me as a villain, and I’ll let it go.It’s not worth the effort to care about what everyone thinks when I have a more pressing problem to be dealt with.

The damn stalker that has been haunting my darling’s life like a vengeful ghost.This is a real person so I can wring their neck.

“Sorry,” she whispers timidly.“Are you okay with this?”

I bring a piece of hair behind her ear and tilt her head up to kiss her again.Her whimper and a small indescribable noise in the back of her throat are adorable, but it’s also gaining a lot of unwanted attention from other men.

Fia is a symbol of purity, and this is the first time anyone had seen her with a man and also doing intimidating acts that trigger other men’s instincts to have her since they know that she is not unattainable anymore.

It’s a shame for them that she is mine.

“Miss.Fia,” a man greets with a bright smile.“I’m one of your performing hall’s board directors.”

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