Page 1 of 4ever Daddy

CHAPTER 1

Gabriella

“Gabby!” my name is screeched, and I wince as my stepmother gets out of her car in the driveway of the house I rent from my best friend Matilda’s Dad. The man I have the hugest crush on. “What in the hell is this?”

Darla Moore is a woman with one singular focus: money. Dad’s money, my money, the bank's money, she doesn’t care. If you have it, she wants it.

“I’m not sure what you mean…” Standing up from the garden I’m tending to, I pull off my gloves and wipe the dirt from my knees.

“Why are you doing the work for the help?”

She storms over, her heels wobbling on the pebbled driveway. I hold my breath, waiting for her to topple over. The disappointment is something I’m familiar with.

“Because this is my job,” I respond.

When I came to Jacksonville after Matilda invited me, her dad, Coltrain, was kind enough to offer me the cozy rental a block from his house for free if I maintained the landscaping of this place, his, and two of his other properties. I didn’t think it was enough of a trade-off since I know what rent is like here, but he insisted it was more than fair.

“You’re kidding, right?” Darla stops in her tracks to stare at me with disgust. She’s ten years older than my eighteen and has never held back on her disdain for me. “Why would you do this? You’ll get…dirty.” The judgment in her eyes would have been my undoing a year ago.

“I enjoy it. It’s peaceful and helps reset the…” I bite my tongue.

“Reset the what, Gabriella?”

I take a step back at the snide way she says my name.

“Nothing.” My head dips. Apparently, I’m still wounded.

The neighborhood traffic and the noise of people going about their busy Saturdays are all that breaks the silence, so I don’t notice when someone walks up the driveway.

“Gabs, everything alright here?”

My head snaps up as I hear Coltrain’s concerned voice. He doesn’t know everything that’s happened to me, but he knows that whatever it is, my stepmother plays a significant role.

“Yes, fine, just weeding the flower beds.” I offer a smile faker than Darla’s nose, but he sees right through it.

“Who’s this?” Her sickly-sweet voice comes out to play as she eyes him up and down, obviously noticing his expensive clothes, designer shoes, and the Rolex on his wrist.

“Name’s Coltrain Vine.” He offers a hand that she takes delicately, expecting him to kiss the top of it or something, like she’s royalty.

“Coltrain,” she murmurs. “How very…rustic.”

He raises a brow at the description, yanks his hand free from hers, and turns his attention to me.

“Gabs, can I talk to you for a second?”

I agree and follow Coltrain down the driveway, surprised when he places his hand on my bare back before lowering it so his fingers slip under the waistband of my yoga shorts, wrapping them in the string of my thong and pulling up.

“Daddy,” I gasp and immediately cover my mouth with embarrassment. I’ve thought about calling him that since the day I met him, but I’ve never voiced it.

He leans down so his mouth is next to my ear. “Say that again.” He grunts, grinding his seriously hard erection into my soft belly as he uses the other hand to pull me closer. “Call me Daddy again.”

I whimper as my jaw trembles and my pussy clamps down, needing, craving, wanting, something to fill it.

“Daddy,” I moan when he yanks the string of my thong tighter, causing the material to brush against my aching clit.

“You going to come just from this, Gabs?” He does it again, and I meet his eyes. They are molten lava. Dark, deep, lustful, and possessive. I can only nod. My brain is mush from his close proximity. “That vapid bitch is about to be annoyed as fuck,” he mutters before slamming his lips onto mine and tugging again, harder this time, while fucking my mouth with his tongue.

I cry out into the kiss as my body explodes in his arms. I’ve never come so hard in my life, and as stars shoot off behind my eyelids, I wonder if I’ll ever get to again.

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