by Lulu Cherry
BRAT GETS WHAT'S HERS!
Billionaire Daddy Series 4
by
Lulu Cherry
Copyright 2018 Lulu Cherry
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All Characters in this book are over eighteen years old.
No one is related by blood.
Dedication
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BRAT GETS WHAT'S HERS!
Kane stood in my way at the door.
"Amanda, you're not going out tonight," he said.
"I'm eighteen," I said. "You can't tell me what to do!"
"Yeah, I can," he said. "I'm your father. And you're going to do what I say."
"You ain't my real father," I said.
Oh, that got him. We'd been living together for years now. I'd even taken to calling him Daddy. But not today I wasn't!
Kane grimaced at me. You should have seen his face. I felt like I'd just scored a goal. A real slam dunk!
Then I realized I hadn't. Kane only decided to take things up a notch. He put out his hand.
"Give me the keys to your car now!" He said.
"Huh?" I said, shocked he'd go this far.
"Now!" He barked.
"It's my car. You can't take my car keys," I said.
"The hell I can't. I paid for that car, and it's in my name. Now hand the goddamn car keys over." He said.
I shook my head. I felt like crying. How had things gotten this bad between us. When mom and he had first married, it was almost like I'd had a new best friend. God, how things had soured.
I sighed. I handed him the keys.
"Fuck you." I said.
"Whatever." He said.
Then tears started to flow. I turned away before he could see it. I ran for my room.
I'd been so excited when my mother had met Kane Sebastian. He was the perfect guy. Good looking, suave, intelligent. And goddammit was he rich. Money just oozed from him. In business he could do no wrong.
But the same wasn't true when it came to women. It seemed he'd gone from one grifter to the next. Kane fell hard and fast for all the wrong women.
And then he'd fallen for my mother. And she was the worst of all. She took him to the bank.
She lied to him for one thing. She'd gotten ahold of some of his private savings accounts and spent all the money. Mostly on gambling.
She'd even borrowed money in his name!
I thought we were sunk. But Kane was like magic. You just couldn't sink him. He'd always spring back up.
It was a struggle, but before we knew it Kane had gotten our financial house in order. Soon we were as rich as ever. More so.
But Kane made sure to put my mother on a leash. He never trusted her again. She still had a line-of-credit like you wouldn't believe. I think he did this just to keep her out of his hair.
I don't know why Kane just didn't divorce her. He could have easily done it. After the way she'd stolen from him, he would have eaten her alive in any divorce court.
So why did he stay married to her?
It was stupid, I know, but sometimes, I wanted to think it was because of me. He was always so nice to me.
I was a disaster when I moved into his home. I'd never been like my mother. I wasn't all glamorous like her.
Sure, I was pretty. All my friends told me I should be a model.
But I didn't care for my mother's life style. That wasn't me at all. I didn't wear the chintzy dresses. I didn't wear all that sleazy make-up that Kane seemed to like so much.
Naw. I actually could do well in school when I tried. And I never really went in for makeup or stylish clothes. I just liked being myself. And the truth was, I really did want to do something meaningful with my life.
But I'd never had the best of friends. Pretty much the opposite. They were always getting me into trouble.
Kane had been trying to straighten me out since I'd moved in. He'd spent a lot of time with me. Taught me stuff about business. Paid attention to how I was doing in school.
He assured me that if I tried, I could do something meaningful with my life. He said I didn't need to be like my mother at all. When I'd started calling him Daddy, it had even felt natural.
And I knew Kane was right. I was hanging out with all the wrong girls.
All we did on weekends was smoke pot and complain about our lives. But no matter how hard Kane tried, I kept going back to them.
Then one night coming home, I'd gotten a ticket. Next came the drug test.
Things had been a mess for a while. My mother? She could have cared less. But Kane had stuck with me through it all. He'd made sure I'd gotten myself straightened out.
"You're a good girl," he kept telling me. "You know it, and I know it. You just got off track a little. That's all. You'll straighten out."
Now, I'd just gotten back my license. And I was headed right back to my same old friends. Kane wasn't having any of it.
I knew he was right, but goddammit, I hated him!
If I wanted to throw my life away on drugs or whatever, it wasn't any of his fucking business.
What was he doing? Just keeping my mother around so he could torture me like this?
I went to my room. I stripped off my clothes until I had nothing on but my panties and beat up old tank top. Then I turned up the radio full blast.
I alternated between screaming at the top of my lungs and crying.
"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" I shouted into the air.
Then I'd sob. Then I'd start yelling again.
Kane must have knocked on the door. He always did. But I just didn't hear him, I'm sure.
So I was surprised when he opened the door.
I sat there in my lace panties and torn up tank top. Jesus Christ! You could practically see my boobs through that tank top. And you sure as well could catch a glimmer of my pubic hair through the lace panties.
And there were tears all over my face. I tried to say something. I wanted to shout at Kane. I wanted to scream at him.
Instead I just looked at him. I stared right at him.
And he froze, too. His mouth nearly fell open. And he stared right at me.
I don't know what the hell I was thinking. I just did it. I brought my hands up to my chest. I put them right under my breasts. I pushed up at them.
"Yeah, I got hooters, too, just like my mom." I said. "Guess with all my baggy clothing you never noticed. Come on in, Daddy. I'll fuck you."
It was such a cruel thing to do. Kane had been nothing but good to me. Nothing but good. He really had watched out for me. Got me in could school. Tried to keep me straight. Made sure I always ate at well. Made sure I always had him to talk to.
What the hell was I doing? Why'd I want to hurt him so bad?
"I'm sorry, Amanda," he said. "I didn't mean to walk in on you like that."
He said it like I'd said absolutely nothing. Then he slowly shut the door.
I felt it was over then. Between us. Since the time my mother had married him, he'd really tried to be like a father for me. And now I'd done this to him.
I felt ashamed. I felt I'd crossed a bridge from which there was no going back. Hell, I felt like I'd fallen off a goddamn cliff.
I decided then what I'd have to do. I was getting out. I was leaving. It's not like I didn't have money. I had all kind of accounts Kane had set up for me.
He'd never take that money away from me. That was just the kind of guy he was.
Yeah, it was time to go. The only thing I needed was my wheels. But after what had just happened, I knew Kane would give me the keys back. All I had to do was ask now. He'd feel too ashamed to say no.
So I slipped on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. I went to Kane's room. I knocked on the door.
Of course, my mother wasn't home. She was out gambling and drinking as usual. She might be back tomorrow or next week. You could never tell with her.
Kane didn't answer his door. So I knocked again. Still no answer.
I guessed that this time it was my turn to walk in on him. I turned the door. The room wasn't locked. I eased the door open.
Kane sat on the bed. He was propped up with some pillows beside him. He was facing the TV, but he wasn't watching it. He'd fallen asleep.
I sighed. That made it all easier. No goodbyes. No saying I'm sorry. I'd just get my keys and slip away into the night.
I slipped into the room. I started looking for my keys. They weren't on Kane's bureau. They weren't on his bedside table.
Then I saw them. They were in his hand!
He was still holding them. And his hand lay on his chest. The keys were ready to fall right out of his fist.
I thought about this. Okay, that didn't change my plans. I'd just slip the keys out of his hand, grab them, and then be on my way.
I crept up to him. He was now wearing nothing but a T-shirt and some boxers. He had real muscles rippling beneath that T-shirt. I let out a soft sigh despite myself.
I had to lean over onto the bed to reach him. As I did so I tried to press down on the mattress as lightly as possible.
Then I noticed it. The fly in his boxers parted just enough so I could see inside! Jesus!
Oh, I know it was naughty. But I thought, what could one sneak peak hurt. He was sleeping after all. And after tonight I'd never see him again.
So I leaned in a little closer. I looked through the parting. I saw Kane's cock. I had to take in a breath of air. It wasn't even hard, but it was massive.
"Wow."
I merely mouthed the word. I didn't actually say it.
I turned my attention to the object of my desires. My car keys. I swallowed. I reached for Kane's hand.
The keys were now wedged in between Kane's hand and his chest. I figured all I needed to do was lift his hand a little. Then as the keys began to fall I'd grab them.
I held my breath. As gently as a spring breeze I pulled at his hand. Just as I'd expected the keys came loose.
But they didn't fall!
Instead, they seemed to defy physics. They slid down his chest. Then swoop, they got caught in the band of his boxers.
I totally froze. My face was actually centimeters from Kane's. If he woke up now. Shit!
What would I do? And after what I'd said to him? I blushed just thinking about it.
But Kane kept sleeping. He barely even moved. I let out a soft sigh of relief.
But what was I going to do now?
I winced thinking about it. But I wanted to get those keys, and I wanted to get out. Somehow now more than ever.
So I looked down at the boxers. Both keys had somehow wedged themselves into the elastic band. I thought about this.
I decided I would grab the car keys with one hand. Then I would pull the boxer shorts band back. I would then remove the keys.
I held my breath. I leaned in a little closer. I grabbed the car keys. Now all I needed to do was to pull the boxer's elastic band back a little.
I realized something as I started to pull. I would now be able to see his cock entirely. And what would it hurt if I looked? I was right there for God's sake.
I gulped. I pulled the band back a little farther than I needed to. I looked down at Kane's cock. At Daddy's cock.
Then something began to happen. It began to get hard. I froze. I watched as his cock got bigger, more massive, and harder.
What was happening? Was he having a dream?
Oh, but watching his cock harden. The impact it had on me.
I felt a sensation inside of me like I'd never felt my whole life. I knew without a doubt that I really did want to fuck Kane.
And then there was a voice. And it was Kane. He was awake!
"I really do want to fuck you." He said.
He said it just as simple as that. He was perfectly calm.
I just froze. And I kept staring at his cock.
"You're awake," I finally croaked.
"Uh-huh." He said.
My head was swirling. The first thing I should have done was to take my eyes off his cock. But I didn't.
I knew I needed to say something. I just said the first thing that popped into my head.
"I didn't mean what I said before." I said.
"Which part?" He asked.
I said: "The part about you not being like my real dad. You've been like the best dad I could have hoped for. You've watched out for me. I guess you just didn't get to me in time. Before, you know...I fell through the net."
I kept looking at his cock. It was so magnificent. So beautiful. It thrilled me.
"But what about the part about fucking me?" Kane said calmly. "Did you mean that?
I thought to myself. Yes. Yes. Yes. Looking at his cock left me breathless. But what was I supposed to say?
And suddenly, I just wanted to call him Daddy again. Isn't that strange? Suddenly I felt so close to him. Closer than I'd ever felt before. And there I was staring at his cock. And yet I felt like calling him Daddy. And so I did.
"Daddy." I said.
I think he understood all the emotions going through me. He knew just what to say.
"You're eighteen now, Amanda. What is it you want?" He said.