Who Is Daddy My Baby

Layla

I smoothed the hem of my skirt as he zipped up his pants. His fingers raked through his dark hair, and he drew up the blinds. I watched him intently while he was backing me. I guessed Ethan didn't know how domineering he was whenever we made love, but it was something I had known and lived with since our marriage two years ago. Not only that, but I wondered if other couples came off together because we never did.

He was less concerned about giving me an orgasm and always tends to satisfy his dick first as he pleases.

He walked over to where I was seated on his desk and pinned his arms on both sides of the table. He slowly kissed my lower lip, and then he nibbled on my earlobe.

"I'll see you at home." His soft breath tickled my ear.

"Don't you want to have lunch with me?" I questioned, staring into his formidable sepia eyes, tilting my head slightly at him, a warm smile creeping its way slowly on my lips.

"I need to sort out some things. You can have lunch without me." He said, moving away from me and going around his desk to seat in his swivel chair.

He pissed me off all the time that I craved to spend quality time with him, but if we were not having sex, he was kissing the life out of me. I wanted more than physical intimacy, but Ethan wouldn't understand. He always desired to satisfy his libido first.

"But you promised me lunch today, remember? We could order in..."

"Try to understand Layla, the position I hold in this company requires undiluted concern and, besides, you can have lunch with Chloe. She'd be more than happy to have you around." He cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

I got down from his desk and turned to him. Undiluted concern? He preferred sex during the lunch hour to having lunch with me, and he claimed it meant his attention was undiluted. I shouldn't be surprised.

"I'm leaving," I spoke, deciding to drop what was on my mind to say. It was of no use, no matter how hard I tried to make him feel affectionate towards me, and turned towards the exit.

"Have a nice day." His voice came after. I realized he wasn't the type to re-consider, and he won't.

He doesn't know how hurts me with his nonchalant attitude.

I was upset, but I was helpless. I knew I was going to see him at home after closing hour, but I was going to have my panties down, eventually. We wouldn't do anything together.

As I closed the door behind me, I remembered my father used to be in that same position Ethan now prided himself on. Time had changed!

I utterly missed my father, and it made me recollect the day he passed away.

He owed his life to an illness and death that took him away. A tear trickled down my cheek. I used to be the Princess who would hop into this same office and do as I liked. It was no longer the same.

My phone chimed.

It was a text from Mrs. Carter. I wiped my face immediately.

'Come to the penthouse right away.' That was what the text read.

I imagined what my stepmother could have for me this time. It couldn't be a blind date with a businessman she was targeting in the industry, she had married me off already.

It also couldn't be my signature on one of the company's documents, she and Ethan were in total control.

I doubted if I was even a latent partner. I couldn't guess the surprise she had for me.

My stomach grumbled, I was seriously hungry... I glared at Ethan's door, he was the cause of it all. He often withdrew his words to suit himself, and I didn't think it was fair enough.

Anyway, maybe Mrs. Carter might have lunch prepared at the penthouse.

The penthouse was right on top of the building and Mrs. Carter sometimes lounged there with her bevy of friends, entertained by several bottles of wine, food, and masseurs.

She was the kind of woman who knew what she wanted and always hit right on it.

She had been my guardian since I was seven, and she had trained me to be the woman I was.

Likewise, she was the most elegant and practical woman I ever knew.

My father had gotten engaged to her in Laos when he went on a business trip. As I had accompanied him, from what I could remember, I knew she had been hired to babysit me for a day or two. I never really knew where and when my father met her, although I had happened to come across some peculiar photos of her and her colleagues in waitresses' uniforms.

When I reached the room where she especially liked to stay, I knocked on the door.

"Come in." Her voice came from the other side. It was a sharp voice, one could never spot humor in it. However, once or twice I heard her laugh among her peers. Everyone knew she loved to have fun, despite the fierceness she evinced.

She was calmly seated on the velvet sofa that was mounted in the middle of the room, and a wine glass was dangling between her fingers.

"Your lipstick is smeared all over." Her eyes were fixed on me as arched an eyebrow at me.

She quietly watched as I took out my compact mirror from my purse quickly. I felt silly for not having fixed my make-up after I left Ethan's office. My face was usually distorted after his French kisses.

"So you both still do it in his office?" She sipped carefully. I took my seat, remembering the awkward moment when she had once walked in on us.