Page 11 of Bound to the Daddy

“I’ve never had one before. Is the process difficult?”

“Nah. I process hundreds. Let me see your identification.”

My fingers tremble as I pull the card out and hand it to him. I have no idea when I’m going to get another job or how I’m going to pay him back. But that will be a down the road problem. I’m far too busy dealing with now problems.

“Yeah. That’s going to be a no on the loan. Says here you’ve been fired. No job, no loan. Once you have employment, hit me up. I’ll see what we can give you to bridge the gap.”

“Thank you,” I murmur, taking my card back.

“Do you want to sell your stuff in the meantime?”

“Sure. It’s at least something. Right?”

“Right. Anything is better than nothing.”

Tucking the bills into my wallet, I make my way home, my heart so heavy it’s about to break. At what point do I call Mr. Rothsbourne? Brody is too busy to care, but his father made it seem like I can come to him with anything.

A heavy sigh flits through my lips as I pull out my phone. Try as I might, I just can’t do it. I’ve had issues with rent before, but the landlady has always been so kind and generous. If I could just have another week or two to figure things out, I’m sure I’ll figure something out.

CHAPTER 4

REX

I stare at my email, a grin sliding across my lips. Seems as if my little omega put up a fight at work while being fired. Good thing she stopped when she did. There’s no telling if I would have actually bailed her out immediately or watched as she clung to the bars, desperation lining her features.

Just one more hurdle to get past before she comes crawling home to Daddy like a good little girl. Picking up my phone, I glance over at the number to make sure I have it right. Each ring makes my heart pound in my chest as my cock pulses in my designer pants.

Eventually, the woman picks up. It takes no time at all to explain the false situation my ‘daughter’ finds herself in and secure her assistance in getting her home. Now, all I have to do is wait. Wait and work.

My phone dings as Brody’s tracker goes off, alerting me he’s back home. A heavy sigh flits through my lips as I watch the screens in the guest house. Yet another hurdle for me to add to the list. Stephanie is still with him, though God knows why. Unfortunately, he’s the main tether I have to her right now.

That is, until he eventually breaks her heart, which I know will be any day now. Pulling up Brody’s calendar, I frown as Istudy his plans, noting he’s supposed to be in another country right now. What is my son playing at?

And that’s when a buxom blonde comes in, giggling after him like some sycophant. Seems as if my son has been double dipping with Stephanie being none the wiser. Not that I’m surprised, but honestly, this couldn’t have happened at a better time.

No telling when I might need to use this evidence to secure my place with my new omega. A devious smile lifts the corner of my lips as I hit record, then turn away. There are many things I enjoy, but watching my son get laid is not one of them.

Configuring the options on my phone, I set it to turn the cameras off once they leave the guesthouse. That is, if they ever leave. It could be he’s just as lackluster with the others as he is with Stephanie. Just luring them in with his last name and discarding them as if they were trash.

Growling under my breath, I grab my briefcase and head into the office. Unlike Brody’s bullshit meetings that don’t really exist, the financial district as a whole depends on my careful negotiations. As much as I wish I could just stay at home and fuck some bimbo until my balls are empty, it’s just not going to happen.

The meeting drags on foreveras both sides yell at each other, refusing to meet in the middle. Since this part has absolutely nothing to do with me, I pull out my phone and check the cameras. Less than an hour. Color me surprised.

I don’t want to think about my son. I want to think about his girlfriend. A smile curls up my lips as I shoot off a quick text.

Rex

Just checking in. When can we schedule a time for my mechanic to look at your car?

Setting the phone on the desk, I do my best to turn my attention back to the argument in front of me. But my thoughts scatter like ashes on the wind when her message pops up on the screen, making my phone rattle against the desk.

“Something you need to attend to, Rothsbourne?” My fellow CFO looks over at me and raises his eyebrow. “I’m quite capable of overseeing the rest of the negotiations while you continue to work on the other end of things.”

He knows how much I detest petty squabbling, especially when it comes to idiots who can’t seem to handle money well. Flashing him a grateful smile and giving my excuses to the clients, I duck out into the hall and pull up her message.

Stephanie

Can’t really talk right now. I’m at work.

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