by Katy Kaylee
DADDY
A Billionaire Baby Romance
Katy Kaylee
Copyright © 2019 by Katy Kaylee
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Contents
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1. Beverly
2. Fitz
3. Beverly
4. Fitz
5. Beverly
6. Beverly
7. Fitz
8. Beverly
9. Beverly
10. Fitz
11. Beverly
12. Beverly
13. Fitz
14. Bev
15. Fitz
16. Beverly
17. Fitz
18. Bev
19. Bev
20. Fitz
Epilogue
Say Yes
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Gwen
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Self-obsessed. Arrogant. Jerk.
I mean…which sensible man would have nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist in his own office?
And which sensible girl can avoid all those naughty thoughts then.
He’s in his forties – old enough to be my father.
OMG…those green eyes that I want to drown myself into, that smooth voice when he orders me around, and don’t even get me started on the muscles…and those hard abs I saw that day in his office… oooh Lord! Have Mercy!
Because I am compelled to…
Call him DADDY!
He says, ‘Age brings in experience,’ and I am so ready to surrender my V-card.
We are going great,
But then he decides to change things.
I can’t!
I can’t allow him to ruin my career.
So what…if I am head over heels in love with him and the baby in my belly is his!
Beverly
I looked at my watch for possibly the thirtieth time in as many minutes, wrinkling my nose when I saw that it wasn’t seven forty-five yet. Normally, I would be safely snuggled in bed, but my old, unemployed schedule was finally changing.
And I was incredibly grateful for it. After an entire year of job searching, I was thrilled to have gainful employment -even if it wasn’t in what my degree was in. It figured, that after busting my butt to graduate early with top honors in both Web Design and Business Management, that I still couldn’t get hired anywhere.
I clenched my fingers around my cheap bagel. I had fought so hard, tooth and nail really, to even get interviews at first. It seemed no one wanted to hire a twenty-one-year-old fresh out of classes. Most people seemed to assume that I dropped out. And when my money started to run out, I couldn’t even nab a job as a fast food worker or waitress. It seemed that they thought I was going to leave them first chance I got -which to be fair, I totally would.
But none of that mattered anymore, because I had a job.
I chewed on my bagel for a few more minutes until it was finally an appropriate time to be early for work, and then I headed in.
While it wasn’t glamourous work, I was incredibly excited to be an assistant for one of the managers in the Golden Stars Media Empire. A colossal company, they were a sort of King of the digital world, signing on multiple content creators from the internet and also hosting events like e-sports and conventions and the like. Somewhere between nerdy and ruthlessly business-minded, GSME had come up fast and come up hard.
I smiled to myself as I entered the front doors of the lobby, instantly feeling dwarfed by its beauty. The ceilings were high and a sparkling white, somewhere bordering between new age minimalist and classic beauty. The design was meticulous and intense, much like the reputation of the company.
But that mostly had to do with the upper management. Apparently, several of them were known for being so dedicated to their jobs that nothing else mattered, and their owner was apparently the world’s most insistent perfectionists. I’d read horror stories online of how he wouldn’t go home for days, and how much he insisted on deadlines. He was in the trenches with his workers, unlike a lot of CEOs, but I got the impression some of them wished he wasn’t there.
I vaguely remembered multiple stories of him making his underlings cry, or snap under the pressure. I couldn’t help but be relieved that I wasn’t nearly important enough in the company to be working with someone on the board, because honestly, I didn’t need that kind of stress in my life. I had enough going on as it were.
I reached the front desk where a pretty young woman was sitting. I could tell she was tall even from her resting position, and she had a pleasant sort of roundness to her. Bright red hair sat in a bun a top her head and her gaze flicked to me before her face pulled into a friendly smile, round cheeks almost causing those blue eyes to close.
“Hello, may I help you?
“Yes. I’m Bev Viello. I’m here for my orientation.”
“Ah! Perfect. You’re early,” she exclaimed, reaching under her desk to pull out a drawer and rifle through it.
“Well, wanted to get a jumpstart on the day. Would hate to get things rolling on the wrong foot.”
“That’s a good attitude to have!” She sat upright and handed me a magnetic looking blank badge on a lanyard and a small stack of papers that were stapled together. “Just head to the elevators there on the right and head to the third floor. There will be someone waiting there to greet you. Welcome to GSME!”
“Oh, thanks.” I barely caught myself from saying ‘you too’, instead giving her a polite nod before scurrying off to the chrome lifts.
Well, as much as I could scurry without looking a mess. At about five-eight with more than enough curves to go around, I had used my twenty-two years on Earth to perfect a walk that minimized the bounce of my chest and the sway of my hips without losing me too much speed. It wasn’t the most natural thing in the world, but I did what I could to not draw attention to myself that I didn’t want.
Because, unfortunately, when some people saw overflowing cups and wide hips, they instantly assume things about my character. Things that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t sex positive, I was really for the idea of men and women getting down in a mutually consented ho-down. It was just that with all my working and fighting to get through school, supporting myself with part time jobs and making sure I never fell from the dean’s list, filling out scholarship after scholarship so that I could afford my books and eat… well I never really had time for any extra curriculars.
No boyfriend.
No first kiss.
Not even an alcoholic drink.
Some people called me tightly laced, or a prude, but I was just busy.
And now that I was working for an illustrious company that could open about a billion and one doors for me, I wasn’t about to get any less busy.
I rode up in the elevator that was entirely too fast, and the doors opened to reveal a middle aged, Dad-looking man standing there with a clipboard. He looked up at me quickly before a friendly smile spread across his face.
“Beverly Viello?”
“I prefer Bev, please,” I said with what I hoped was a winning smile.
“Oh, of course. My name is Chris Daniels. I’ll be your orientation manager for today. If you’ll walk right this way, we’ll take your picture, so it can be printed by the time your tour is done.”
“Tour?” I echoed uncertainly.
“Yes! If you’re going to be an assistant here, you need to know h
ow this building works. Naturally we don’t expect you to have everything memorized with just one showing, but we’ve found it definitely helps to see everything from top to bottom.”
“Ah, that makes sense.”
I followed him to one of the only blank walls around us and he held up his phone, taking a few pictures of me up against the partition, before hurriedly emailing them off.
“Alright, very good. You’ll have to have that badge to come into work in the future. You forget it, there’s no one who can buzz you in. You’re allowed one loss a year, after that you go on warning. Another loss, you don’t come back into work. However, if your wallet or purse is stolen, it will not be counted against you as long as you have a police report.”
“Wow,” I murmured. “You guys take your employee badges really seriously.”
“We take almost everything here really seriously. Don’t get us wrong, we have our fun, but in order for that to happen, we have to have a structure that we adhere to.”
“Of course,” I answered enthusiastically but not particularly committedly. Although I was new to the workforce, I’d spent enough time freelancing on web design to know when to agree with someone without actually agreeing with anything.
“Anyways, we should start with this floor. I think that makes the most sense.”
“We are already here, after all.”
“Indeed. Well, shall we?”
“Of course,” oh goodness. I was going to be saying that a lot, wasn’t I? “Lead away.”
He walked off at a fairly brisk place, but I managed to follow behind. I’d worn flats because I figured there would be plenty of leg work. Going on what I read online, the management liked to make their assistants go, go, go and I wouldn’t be surprised if I had to hit the ground running.
Well, it wasn’t quite running, but the tour was more intense than I had ever imagined it could be. There were ten floors in the building and he led me through all of them. By the time we ended back up by his office, my mind was spinning.
But boy did GSME have a lot of goodies.
There were free snacks on all the floors. Literally. Free snacks. As in I could just walk up, grab whatever I wanted, then go back to my desk. There was also a huge cafeteria with a buffet and salad bar. And apparently free lunch on Fridays. And there was a work out room towards the bottom floor and even a nap room for women and for men. All they needed was a ball pit and a slide and they would be too good to be true.
And yet it was true. I couldn’t believe it. I had a real job and it was practically in paradise! I even had benefits after my first month. I would have had them immediately, but apparently, they took time to get into the system and get set up.
We went back into an office that I recognized as Chris’ and soon he was pulling a picture of me off a small printer, pulling the back away to reveal it was a sticker, that he slapped onto my badge before putting the badge itself into some other sort of small machine.
“The heat will melt the enzymes in the glue to your badge, fusing it.”
“Huh,” I said, more than a bit fascinated. “That’s cool.”
“The opposite of cool, actually. Hot.” he said, waggling his eyebrow at his pun. Oh God, he definitely was a dad.
“Let me guess, you have two kids, one of which is under three, the other is just entering school?”
“Uncanny!” he exclaimed with a laugh. “My girl is five and my little boy is just turning two. He’s a real terror, actually. How did you know?”
I kept my face flat as I answered. “Well, the pun for one. Secondly your tie isn’t tacky or kitschy, which means your children are either too young to give you Christmas presents or old enough to have enough knowledge about work-place appropriate ties.
“You have chipped nails around the cuticles of one hand, but not the other, which I would guess meant you were invited to a tea party with someone who didn’t have enough attention span to get to both hands and you’ve got a cartoon band aid on your wrist.”
Chris raised his eyebrows, grin growing even wider. “Wow, that’s also great attention to detail. I think you’ll fit in great around here.”
“Aw, thank you,” I said, mirroring his smile. “But also, I can see the reflection of your family photos in your glasses.”
That caused him to laugh alright and he tilted his head back. “Oh, you’re fantastic. I can already tell. I can tell this time, you’re gonna be one of the ones that make it.”
“This time?” I asked curiously, but he was already taking my still-warm badge out of machine and handed it to me.
“Alright, now that that’s taken care of, how about we introduce you to the man you’re assigned to?”
A man? Oh well. I knew it was very much an option, about sixty-forty considering the gender split of the company that I had researched online, but I had been kind of hoping I’d been put with a woman.
“This way,” he said, standing up and walking right back out of his office. I had been hoping that we could stay there for a bit, my feet were really aching from my new flats, but I pasted on a professional grin and followed along behind him once more.
“I think you’re going to be real excited about him; a lot of people would kill for this kind of opportunity.”
Huh, it felt like he was selling me. Why was he trying to sell me? I was already there.
I kept my questions to myself, however, and then we were in the elevator and going up several floors.
We went higher, and higher, and then a bit higher before the doors opened into what looked like some sort of beautifully kept lobby. There were two long desks on either side of the room where two smartly dressed women sat -who I guessed were secretaries. There was glossy, alabaster floor underneath leading to glass door and walls that were only partially obscured with what I recognized as those fancy, automatic covers.
It all seemed so important that I was at a loss for who I could possibly be an assistant to. I was far too new and green to be put with an executive, and yet executive was what was written all over the place.
“Hey there, Stacy. Are we clear to enter?”
The red-headed secretary looked up from whatever she was typing on her computer and gave a sharp nod before returning her attention back to her task. That was apparently all the answer that my guide needed, because then he was striding towards the door with me in tow.
The next thing I knew I was stepping into something that could only be described as the epitome of a head honcho’s office space. There was furniture that probably cost a year of my rent, a bar that was far too stocked to ever get anything done, and a massive, dominating desk in the center of the room.
And behind that desk, a look of casual disinterest on his face, sat the most handsome man that I had ever seen.
“Beverly Viello, this is Mr. Fitzgerald, the creator and CEO of Golden Star Media Empire.”
My eyes went wide as I stared at the man. I knew exactly who he was. I had seen his pictures plenty of times in the many articles and tell alls that I had read about him and how he terrorized all of his assistants into quitting, mostly in under two days.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
Fitz
I looked over the young woman standing in front of me, her clothes clean but cheap and her posture professional, but uncertain.
She was tall for a woman, with long black hair that was pulled up into a sensible bun. Her eyes were wide, and her full lips were parted slightly, making me wonder if my reputation proceeded me.
Did not matter if it did. This woman was young, and I was sure that she would be just as lackluster as all of the other assistants that I had driven off.
It wasn’t that I meant to make their lives miserable, or that I had some vendetta against them, it was just that none of them seemed to be able to tell their heads from their ass, and that was a pretty big part of the job.
Some said my standards were too high, or that I expected too much from people to soon, but that wasn’t the case at all. If
someone made a mistake, they just made a mistake. People were human and as long as they didn’t keep on repeating that mistake, I didn’t mind an error here or there.
But no, all of the assistants had been content with doing the bare minimum, with just trying to skate by on what they thought they should have to do and that was it. They crumbled under pressure easily and couldn’t keep up with me.
My eyes slid over the woman one more time before I moved onto more pressing things. She was certainly curvier than I was used to seeing in our media-fueled business. I’d become so used to waifs and women who worked themselves down to as little fat as possible that there was almost something novel in how the woman before me was so soft and feminine.
It was when my gaze reached her face that I noticed that her shocked expression was gone and instead replaced with one of determination and confidence. Normally people held onto that scared, intimidated look a bit longer. Or I could see the ideas for gain spinning behind their eyes.
But not this girl.
My eyes flicked over her sensible shoes and I smiled. It seemed that this girl had probably done her research before she’d arrived. That was promising. But not promising enough to impress me or make me think that this time would go that much differently than the last.
Even if her conservative turtleneck and business appropriate pencil skirt only served to emphasize her figure that much more. I’d seen plenty of stacked women throughout my life, and even if the young woman in front of me was clearly top tier, I wouldn’t let that sway me.
I knew in other offices that maybe a new boss would introduce themselves, let their employee get to know them, and tell them what was expected of them. That was all just a waste of time to me.