Page 12 of Stalker Daddy

How can a virgin like me who just have music in my head be thinking of dirty things that Vito can do to me?

I shake my head vigorously and barge into the violin room with a thunderous pulse in my ears.I furrow my eyebrows at this foreign room, and I tilt my head at the vacant space.

Some of the small puncture holes on the walls tell me that something was hanging there, but this room doesn’t have a smidgen of dust.I don’t remember seeing this room when I was exploring.

An abrupt thought occurs like a wildfire spreading on my skin, the revelation draws upon me with dread as I could hear the warning being repeated in my head with Vito’s voice.

This is the room that I was forbidden from coming in.

Oh, God.I need to leave this room before he finds out that I have been in there without his permission even if it’s on accident.Even though this room hasn’t been locked, it’s still my fault that I came in.

I whirl around and am ready to make a run for it when I see Vito at the door.Eyes of a predatory animal that glows with morally gray intentions, lips tight with cynical accusations reaching the tip of his tongue, and the posture of a disappointed man.

It’s what I see, but it’s not what he says.

“Come on out, Fia.”

My body moves on its own with an imaginary tail between my legs.I prepare for the verbal reprimand that I know will come to destroy my confidence.

The clicking of the door startles me as he lets me dwell in the silence that weighs too heavily.He wants me to feel guilty and I don’t blame him for wanting to teach me a lesson, but I rather he yells at me than ignore me.

“My home, my rules.”

I flinch, shrinking back into my shoulders as I tug on the edge of my shirt.

I remember vaguely hearing that tone in my sleep.I didn’t know if it was real or not, but I had done something so utterly humiliating in my half-asleep phase that I refuse to even think about it.

Now, it’s different.He’s forcing me back into that mindset with or without regard to my mentality.

“Say sorry,now.”

The beginning of a psychological shift and the changing dynamics between us starts with my answer to his unbreakable command.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Please let the be a dream or let a whole open up to swallow me down six feet into the dirt.

“Good girl.”

Chapter Four

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Vito

She hasn’t met my eyes for the rest of the day.

Understandable, considering she almost fainted from calling me ‘Daddy’, and it’s endearing of her to be so shy about something that I had virtually made her walk into.

It’s a success on my part and I don’t see any reason for her to be disconcerted.We are going to be here for a long time, and I believe it is beneficial to both of us to be on a level of comfortableness.

She doesn’t need to hide anything from me, and I would be glad to take on the role of her Daddy.

Fia curls up at the headboard of the bed, music sheets in her hands and nervous gaze darting from the papers to me as I come up the stairs.She draws her knees more up and slides down the bed so her face is behind her knees.

“Sit up, darling girl.Don’t slouch.”

She scrambles up with a blush as the duvet crumbles on her lap, the sheets of music crinkling in her trembling hands.

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