Bossy Daddy (Yes, Daddy Book 2) by Lena Little

Author:Lena Little [Little, Lena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-18T16:00:00+00:00

8

Scarlett

Bliss is an understatement for what I feel this morning after the office.

After getting the spanking I needed, wanted, and deserved, and the aftercare that went along with it, I fell asleep in the guest bedroom in Silas’s arms. As much as it would have been nice, he didn’t try anything sexual beyond what happened over his knee. And as much as I want our relationship to continue developing, and know that I’m ready to give myself to him, the time wasn’t right.

But the time was right for exactly everything he did.

And in regards to time, I have to get on the ball when it comes to finding out information about my dad. Silas had to go into work early so I, of course, went in with him, even though he offered to have a car take me later, but still making sure that I’d arrive by 8:00 of course.

I sit at my desk and start researching various art styles from Miami nineteen years ago, knowing my dad would have probably been creating a lot of stuff around that time. At least I hope so. I hope he was excited to be a father, despite the fact that he barely knew I existed, including not even knowing my name. And combined with the fact that I don’t even know his, that doesn’t make this any easier.

I come across a lot of samples, and when Silas shows up at my desk and asks what I’m up to, not in an accusatory way but more as someone who cares and wants to lend advice if he can, I just tell him I’m looking at inspiration.

And he tells me he has to step out for a while to go to a breakfast meeting.

He kisses me on the cheek and all those feelings of joy come rushing back, and I don’t even think twice about being bratty or stirring up any trouble. Will I in the future? Sure, more than likely. But right now everything is perfect, and I’m not going to mess it up.

Or am I?

Seeing that we came in at five in the morning, and it’s only six now, it’s the perfect time to do what my mom always called The Monty Hall Problem, also known as, let’s see what’s behind door number three.

And door number three is the one I’ve specifically been told not to open.

Once a brat, always a brat I guess. Or at least someone who can’t be told what to do and not to do.

I make my way to the secret room and catch myself actually tiptoeing. I’m tiptoeing through an empty office, which causes me to laugh at myself.

When I arrive the door is locked, which is predictable if it’s so secretive and off-limits, but why would he have mentioned not to enter if I don’t have a means to enter it in the first place?

I look at the handle then look left and look right down the hallway. Considering all the times my mom locked herself

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