Hot Daddy Package: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Just let me. I feel like I owe it to you after last night.”

  “Scott, you don’t owe me anything. Actually, that’s not true, you owe me at least five hundred pounds, but—” her words falter as I wrap my fingers around the fabric at her waist and pull her pyjama bottoms and knickers down her thighs. “Like I was saying... you don’t owe me ahhh... neee... thiiing.”

  I part her and lick up the length of her and her words turn into squeals of pleasure and my chest swells with the knowledge that I’m not totally broken.

  Zeroing on her clit, I tease around her entrance as her hips lift from the mattress trying to find more. And to think she tried to make out like she didn’t want it.

  I lick and suck at her, revelling in the sweet taste that is purely Suki and push out any thoughts about my failed fucking attempt last night and the fact I swore about a million times in the past that I’d never touch this girl, let alone willingly shove my face between her legs.

  “Oh my god,” comes from above me. “Don’t fucking stop,” she demands when she realises I’ve slowed my movements in amusement. Her fingers tighten in my hair and I get back to work before she pulls a patch out.

  With two fingers deep inside her, I find her g-spot and push her over the edge. She screams into the pillow as she’s hit with wave after wave of pleasure that has her clamping down on my fingers so hard it sends my head a little fuzzy considering how that might feel on my cock. It’s like steel between my legs and my need to plunge balls deep inside her is so fucking strong, but I can’t, not after last night. I refuse to put myself in a position to have another freak out. Plus, that’s not what this morning was about; it was an apology for not being able to do it properly last night, not foreplay for what’s to come next.

  I’m just crawling back up when Doe starts to stir. Right on time, baby girl.

  “You stay there. I’ll go.” I climb over to my side of the bed, find a clean pair of boxers from my drawer and pull them on. They do little to hide my raging hard on, but there’s little I can do about that.

  The second I turn back toward her, her eyes drop to it and her lips part.

  “You want a coffee?”

  By the time she’s managed to remove her eyes from my crotch she finds an amused smirk playing on my lips.

  She licks her lips, then glances away from me. “Y- yes please.”

  After a quick trip to the bathroom, I scoop Doe up from her cot and take her to the kitchen with me to give Suki some space. She’s got an early shift today so she’ll need to get ready soon.

  I turn to take her coffee when it’s ready, but I find her in the doorway to the bedroom already dressed and ready to leave.

  “Don’t you… uh… want breakfast?” I’ve no idea why those words fall from my lips. I never have breakfast before an early shift knowing that I’ll be able to snag something much better from work. I know for a fact that Suki does the exact same thing.

  “No, I don’t think that’s a very good idea. Do you?”

  I look into her concerned eyes and start to panic. Have I ruined everything? “Is… uh… this about last night, and this morning?” My hand comes up to the back of my neck as I wait for her response. The churning of my stomach and my racing heart points to the fact that I’m more worried about what she’s going to say next than I want to admit. This is why I don’t do fucking sleepovers. Although, I must admit it’s more because I’m worried the woman will get attached, not the other way around.

  No, no, no. That’s not what’s happening here. I’m just craving a proper sex session.

  “Yes. No. Yes. None of that should have happened, Scott. I’m not here to be your plaything. I was here to help with Doe.”

  Turning, she pulls her bag up onto her shoulder and takes a step forward, ignoring her coffee that I’m still holding.

  “I’ll see you soon.” With that, she kisses Doe on her head and leaves the flat in a rush.

  Two things about what she said ring out in my mind. I was here to help with Doe, and I’ll see you soon. Not I’ll see you later, or I’ll be back after work. No, just I was here.

  Putting her coffee down, I walk over to the sofa and fall down, dropping my face into my hand. I really did royally fuck this up.

  Doe stirs and I’ve no choice but to pull myself together for her sake.

  I feed her, change her, and manage to have a shower with her sitting in her bouncer beside the bath. Suki’s scent still surrounds me and as much as I like it, I need to get her out of my head. It seems she’s buried her way in too deep already.

  It’s not until we stop that I realise with all the excitement that happened yesterday that I didn’t receive the DNA test I’d ordered on next day delivery. I’m just pulling up my confirmation email when the buzzer goes off.

  I’m ready to give the delivery man a piece of my mind for it being late when a soft female voice comes through the speaker.

  “Hey, it’s Sarah. Oh and a delivery man for you. Can we come up?”

  “Yes,” I say eagerly, much to her amusement and I unlock the front door.

  I secure Doe in her bouncer and go to the door.

  “Hey, come in,” I say to Sarah, moving aside so she can enter. She does as she’s told, and I don’t need to look behind me to know that she’s gone straight for Doe. She’s a total baby addict.

  “This was meant to come yesterday.”

  “I’m sorry, sir. There was a mix up at the depot.”

  “Not good enough. I paid for this to come yesterday.”

  “I understand that. There’s a number on this card that you can call to complain.”

  “Fantastic,” I mutter with a roll of my eyes, signing his little PDA and letting him run away.

  “I’m pretty sure she is hands down the best thing you’ve ever done in your life.” Sarah calls out.

  I find her, as expected, cradling Doe to her and staring down mesmerised into her big brown eyes.

  “I can’t help but agree. Coffee?”

  “Always.”

  “Do you want to feed her?” She looks up at me with an ‘are you fucking kidding me’ face and I laugh. “Okay then. Where are your sprogs?”

  “With their grandmother. I’ve got a few hours to myself, so I thought I’d come make sure you’re okay and drop that off.” She nods over to a pile of bags I didn’t notice her carrying when she came in.

  “So, you look like you’re handling this, but I know you, Scott. This can’t have been an easy transition for you.”

  “I don’t know what I’d have done without Suki’s help.” Just saying her name causes an ache in my chest that I really don’t like.

  “Oh wow,” Sarah says, staring at me with wide eyes.

  “What?” I ask sceptically.

  “That look. Those soft eyes, that soppy smile. You’ve fallen for her, haven’t you?”

  My spine straightens. “Don’t be so ridiculous. I can’t stand her.”

  She laughs. Actually laughs. “Right. You keep telling yourself that. Feel free to tell me that I was right whenever you figure it out.”

  I narrow my eyes at her. “You know. I might just spit in this.” I look down at her coffee and back to her.

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Try me.”

  Sarah stays for a couple of hours and helps Doe and I do our DNA samples before I follow her from the building to send the pre-addressed box back to the laboratory for testing.

  “You need anything, you ring me. Especially if you indeed have fucked it up and she stubbornly doesn’t come back.”

  “She’ll come back,” I say light-heartedly, but I don’t feel it. “I allowed her to see heaven, there’s no way she’ll not come back for more.”

  Sarah raises her brow. She sees through my bullshit just as much as Suki does and she knows this is bothering me more than I’m letting on.

  “I’ll call Reese later and give her your number, hopefully she’ll have some advice for you once you get the results back.” Reese is Sar
ah’s best friend and before having her own kid she was a family lawyer. She’s talked about her before, but I paid little attention. Now though, I’m all ears for someone who could help me with Doe.

  “Goodbye, gorgeous girl. I’ll see you soon. I might even bring some playmates with me.”

  “Isn’t she a little young for that?”

  “Never, she’ll love watching them play.”

  We say our goodbyes and Doe and I spend the rest of the day together. I want to say it’s getting easier, but by the time Suki’s shift is coming to an end, I’m exhausted. I’m ready for someone to talk to and for someone to help me a little.

  I bathe Doe so she’s already in her pyjamas and smelling all cute, but as I suspected, Suki never shows.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Suki

  I had to get away. It’s all too much, so I escaped. Firstly, I went to work where I managed to get through a million (well probably two) questions about Scott and Doe and then I went home. Which is where I am now. In my own flat, with the heating on, in my pyjamas, a big comfy throw wrapped around me, and a large bottle of wine all to myself. Because I need to think, and I need alcohol. The two aren’t necessarily the best combination but it is what it is. I also have a punnet of cherries.

  What the actual fuck is happening? A few days ago, my life consisted of seeing Carl occasionally, working at InHale and hating on Scott while enjoying my job, and my home routines: shopping, reading, cooking. Nothing too amazing, but regular. I don’t really have friends. I’ve never wanted to talk about my past. Dating is something I do occasionally, again, not really wanting to get into my past has put me off. Now, I’ve become involved in a two-month-old baby’s life, become involved in her father’s life and started to develop some kind of feelings for him.

  Stockholm syndrome. That’s what it must be. Where you fall for your captor. I know he’s not exactly kidnapped me, but I’ve been forced into close proximity with him. That’ll be it. So, if I stay by myself for at least tonight and maybe forever then I’ll realise he’s still a twat won’t I, and I’ll recover.

  If nothing else, it’s made me realise that I can’t stay how I am. I’ve not been living my life; I’ve been avoiding it. Spending time with Doe has shown me that I want a family and if I want that, then I’m going to have to come to terms with my background and put myself out there.

  I pick up my phone and skim through the many varied photos I’ve snapped of Doe. I have no baby photos of myself. No one took any. The first photos I have are school photos that various foster parents purchased. As I left the house, I took them with me, but I left behind any of me and the families. For various reasons they didn’t keep me. Sometimes they treated their own kids far better, sometimes it was clearly for the money and they didn’t give a shit about me. One lovely couple had to end my placement when the wife got ill. Photos would hurt me. It was better to stick to the occasional school pic and forget everything else.

  I wonder what’s Scott’s family is like? He has a half-brother. He obviously doesn’t have anything to do with him. Looks like he had a fabulous mum and a strained relationship with his father.

  I take a slug of wine straight from the bottle and flop back against my propped-up sofa cushions. Though I’m missing Doe, it is so damn nice to be in the total quiet. My brain needs space. Scott has to find out his DNA results and he has to sort out what he’s doing about Doe’s mother. It’s not actually anything to do with me. I’ve spent all that money on baby stuff and then given her five hundred pounds to fuck off. Far too involved. I scold myself. You’ve lost your head thinking about this baby. Thinking about your past.

  It’s time to leave Scott to get on with it and get back to living my own life. It’ll be hard but I need to distance myself from Doe. She’s not mine. She’s the daughter of a colleague… and even that’s not confirmed. What I need to do is to get my belongings from Scott’s, ask for my five hundred pounds back, and then concentrate on my own life. Perhaps I could go speed dating or let Carl set me up with someone?

  Stretching out on the sofa, I pull the blanket around me and immerse myself in wine and the television.

  My phone pings with a text message. I’d told myself to turn it off and yet, part of me, the part I’m unwilling to face, made me leave it on. I reach to the floor and swipe the screen.

  Scott: Where are you?

  Do I want to start a conversation with him? I sigh but start typing.

  Suki: Home on the sofa.

  Scott: You could have said you weren’t coming back here.

  Suki: I kind of did.

  Scott: Doe misses you.

  Suki: No she doesn’t. She’s totally unaware of what’s around her. Don’t do that to me.

  Scott: I’m sorry, about us well, ‘doing bits’ like they say on Love Island. If that’s what’s keeping you away, we can try to go back to being in a truce of just not hating each other.

  Suki: I stayed a couple of days while you got more used to parenthood. I’m sure you’ve got this now. I have my own life. A life I need to get back to living.

  Scott: Okay. Well, I guess there’s not really anything else left to say. Enjoy your night.

  And that’s it. There are no more messages. I drink another heap of wine until I eventually drag myself into bed and more or less pass out.

  The next morning, I wake with a headache and thank God it’s my other day off this week. Carl texts me to say he’s spending the day at Scott’s house plastering the wall that needed it and doing the storage. It’s only one day’s work, so once the plaster is dry, Scott will be able to get the room ready for Doe. I guess at some point he’ll start calling her by her actual name? Maybe he already has? I feel a pang in my heart at not seeing her. It’s been almost twenty-four hours now.

  She’s not yours, Sooks.

  Fuck, I’m calling myself his nickname for me now.

  I realise that it’s not just Doe I’m missing.

  After getting ready and drinking two cups of coffee and eating some toast, I decide to get it over with and go to Scott’s to pick up my things and talk to him to clear the air about what happened between us. We were obviously just searching for some comfort. I can say hi to Carl too and knowing that he’ll be there in the spare room means a safety net while I talk to Scott; like we can’t end up in bed!

  So I’m a little surprised when it’s Carl who lets me in.

  “Oh, hey.” I say looking past him.

  “If you’re looking for Scott and the baby, they’re out.”

  “Oh, where’d they go?”

  “I think he’s got a date.”

  My mouth drops open. “What?”

  “I overheard him on the phone. Said something about double trouble and laughed. That he’d see her at twelve. Checked she was fine with him bringing the baby.”

  “Well that could have been anyone. Anyway, you leaving me outside or letting me in?” He steps aside and I walk towards the living room, seeing all Doe’s things, all empty and abandoned and it hits me that if she goes back to her mum, this is what Scott would be left with.

  “He said he was sure he’d have ruined her for all other men.”

  “Oh.” I sit down on the sofa and sigh.

  “What’s going on, Suki?” Carl goes out, returning with a clean sheet that he places on the sofa before sitting down at the side of me.

  “I don’t know if I hate Scott anymore.”

  “And that’s a problem why?”

  I pull a face at him. “Because he’s Scott the Slut. He’s horrendous. Loving and leaving and breaking hearts everywhere. We don’t get on. At all.”

  “But now you’ve seen he doesn’t abandon all women. Because he’s committed himself to Doe.”

  I let out another large exhale. “Yes, and also, he shared a little of his past. I think he’s messed up like me, Carl. I don’t know for definite, but I just got the impression that there’s more under the surface.”

  “So get to know him some more. Make an informed
choice. If you’re interested that is.”

  “Don’t you think I’m an idiot? This is the guy I’ve moaned to you about for so long.”

  “People can change, Suki. He’s had a major life event that’s hit him for six. Maybe he’ll return to his twat bastard ways, maybe he won’t. You have to decide whether you’re interested in getting to know him or not, or whether your interest is just in the baby, given it has reminded you of your own past.”

  “Christ, I have lots to think about. Anyway, sorry, I’m keeping you from your work. I’ll just get my things and then I’ll get out of your hair.”

  “Get your things?”

  “Yeah, I need to go home. Scott needs to learn to take care of himself and if he is out with a woman, well it looks like he’s already getting sorted. Bit irresponsible if you ask me, especially if he’s going to have a custody fight on his hands, but not my problem.”

  Carl folds his arms across his chest.

  “Uh oh, lecture coming.”

  “Suki. You need to talk to him. If he’s going to do something to jeopardise his care of that baby, you need to point that out. Think of Doe, not Scott. And if you are taking your things and going, don’t do it behind his back. If he let you stay here, someone he considered a mortal enemy, then not being funny, but the guy can’t have many friends, or family for that matter.”

  I think about his half-brother. “Okay. What about I stay and help you with the room? I can be your assistant. Then I’ll be here to talk to Scott when he gets back.”

  “Sounds like a plan. And your first job is to put the kettle on.”

  I roll my eyes at him but make my way into the kitchen. While I wait for the kettle to boil, I decide there has to be a logical explanation. Carl heard him say some things, but I know from the other night that Scott isn’t willing to stick his dick anywhere just yet. Unless his problem was specifically with me, and he doesn’t mind creating kids the world over as long as I’m not the mother of them.