Daddy In Charge_A Billionaire Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “I’ll be off early today,” he sang. She hummed and sat up, trying to push him off the bed.

  “You’re blocking me.”

  “Are you trying to get me to fall off?”

  “Yuss,” she grinned. Aaron laughed and rolled off, landing perfectly on his feet.

  “But you cannot, for I am perfection.”

  “I can see your armpit hair.”

  “They’re perfect, too,” he huffed defiantly and Mina only gave him a humorous look before he pulled her off the bed and walked her to the bathroom, “Make it quick. I’ll handle breakfast, okay?”

  It was the same routine all over again, like every day. Get up, eat, work, break, eat, work, calls – wait, Mina didn’t get many calls. It wasn’t that she didn’t have friends. She talked to them all the time during her break, but even they were extremely busy and had their own lives. So who could this be?

  Seeing the name on her phone, she crashed her thumb against the accept button and put it one speaker, “MA!”

  “Hi, sweetie!” she chirped back, “How are you doing? Have you been taking care of yourself?”

  How the fuck do I answer that?, Mina thought recalling all the craziness that had taken place the past few days. She could never really lie to her mother, but it would be too much to explain.

  “Well, it’s been okayish, work and all,” she replied, “Kinda boring, to be honest. How’s the honey moon.”

  “Oh her, God, Mina, it’s amazing here!” Heidi squealed, “I wish you could have come with us! The water here is literally like berry blue Kool-Aid, and they have these foot massages that put you to sleep! Also, I’ve been shopping around a bit and…”

  Her mother’s voice trailed away as she neared the glass wall of her studio, skeptically studying the building just a little bit away. Black smoke billowed from a window close to the top, and two men jumped out of it hanging by ropes. A helicopter soon flew in to take them away. But what alarmed her was that it wasn’t just any building.

  It was the McCarthy Continental’s HQ.

  “Hey, mom? Mom, there’s been a little trouble so I’ll call you back in a bit, okay? Just give me a minute.”

  “Honey, is everything-”

  Mina hung up and dialed Aaron straight away, heart racing in panic, hoping nothing had happened to him. She knew it had something to do with the Morgan siblings. Who else could it be behind it?

  “Mina.”

  “Aaron, are you okay? The building’s on fire.”

  “I just narrowly escaped,” he sighed, “On her way home and it won’t take me long. Lock all the doors and windows. I reinforced the security around her place before I left but take precautions. Don’t answer the door or open it to anyone who doesn’t knock four times. Wait for them to do it again if you feel suspicious.”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  Aaron hung up and Mina immediately set to work. It wasn’t long until someone knocked on the door. Four times.

  “Mina, it’s me,” Aaron’s voice came through, “Open up.”

  She rushed to the door and pulled it open, coming face to face with a dusty and ashen Aaron. His deep blue suit looked like it had charred in some places.

  “Oh her, God! You should have gone to the hospital!” Mina cried as she pulled him in, “What if you inhaled something poisonous?”

  “I know what a poisonous bomb smells like,” he grunted and stepped into the kitchen, “Not the first time something of this sort has happened.”

  “It’s Tyler, isn’t it?”

  “There are more people involved,” he sighed, “I just can’t get a break. I need some time to herself right now and think this all through.”

  “Well, okay,” she said, and quietly backed away. She looked at him for a while, tensed over the sink, breathing hard to calm himself down, face scrunched in concentration trying to get his thoughts together past the agitation.

  It broke her heart.

  But there was nothing she could do.

  With slow, quiet steps, she approached Aaron from behind, not sure if it was a good idea at all. But she went with it, carefully wrapping her arms around his torso and giving him a gentle squeeze, laying her head onto his back. And he visibly relaxed under her touch. Turning around, he hugged her back.

  “Let’s talk,” he said, “There is a lot you need to know.”

  Mina couldn’t speak as she listened. She was horrified and almost couldn’t believe a mother could do something to her own son. But Mina knew it happened around the world, it just horrified her that it had happened to Aaron.

  He had been sexually harassed by his mother. Almost every day. He had been beaten. He had been mentally tortured to ends. He’d been broken down by her so badly that he’d tried to kill himself many times over the course of two years before his mom committed suicide. He was the one to have called the authorities on her, and she found in the midst of action with another minor. She was guilty of possession of child pornography. And she’d raped many men. Enticed them, drugged them and had her way.

  It was too much to wrap her head around, but it raged her to wits end knowing the woman paid for nothing and too the easy way out by killing herself.

  “Basically, I’m afraid of having sex,” he admitted dejectedly, “and I don’t like it when anyone tries to please me. I have no problem pleasing anyone else, but only if I want to. I just can’t let anyone touch me like that either without the memories bombarding me and making me feel guilty for those urges.”

  It had taken Aaron everything to let it out to her. He felt like he’d given her his soul by telling her all this. He was afraid she’d think he was lying, accuse him of something, and leave.

  But she didn’t. Instead, her hand found his, gently drawing it close to her face. She kissed his palm and wrapped his hand in both of her small ones.

  “To have gone through all of that and still having the strength to stand up for yourself must’ve taken a lot…” she said softly, “You did the right thing, Aaron. And you are not to blame for this in any way. You know that, right? You didn’t even understand what was happening with you.”

  Aaron’s heart calmed down as he heard her response, tears of relief springing into his eyes as Mina came forward and hugged him, “You were so brave, Aaron. You were so strong. It’s one less person hurting people now. You have no clue what a huge service you did to people.”

  Aaron could only hold her. Bile lumped up in his throat, leaving his speechless. But he wanted to thank her. He wanted to never let go. He wanted her to be with him forever.

  “I’m proud of you,” she whispered, running her hand through his hair, “You’ve been so brave.”

  They sat in silence, holding each other.

  “By the way, it’s not like I don’t want to go far with anyone,” he started, “I just want it to be with the right person.”

  “I can understand,” Mina kissed his cheek, but quickly pulling away and swiping at her lips, a splotch of black staining her hand, “you still have ash on you. Maybe you should take a shower and tell me what exactly happened at the office?”

  “I’ll take one later,” he said, “There’s more you need to know. About Tyler and I.”

  Mina nodded for him to continue, “We go way back. Say, 30 years. Childhood friends, but I pushed him away when I was in university. What he got involved with was dangerous, and he hasn’t let go of it to this day.”

  It was took a while to explain everything to her, and she looked absolutely mortified at the end of it all.

  “Isn’t there any way to throw him off? Why is he so adamant on hurting you?”

  “I left him that night,” he sighed, “Took his truck and ran away. Embarrassed him in front of his higher ups. Not just that, I almost got him caught, had him disowned by his parents.”

  “That wasn’t your fault,” Mina interrupted him, “You did what you could to protect yourself. What happened to Tyler was his parents’ responsibility. They would’ve found out from elsewhere sooner or later.”r />
  But Aaron was already too upset and guilty to try anymore. His whole life, he was made to feel that everything was his fault. Mina understood that all too well, but it was still a mystery to her as to how to deal with it. Because she always went to sleep to forget.

  “Come one, let’s run you a nice bath, and then we’ll head to be,” she whispered into his ear, pulling on his hand, “You’ll feel better, I promise.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  He allowed himself to be dragged to his bedroom, where she set him on the bed and went into the bathroom to turn the tap on full, rushing back out and to her studio to get one of her aqua blue bath bombs, candles, and an Epsom salt lamp. They always cheered up everybody.

  She went back to check in on the gushing water, surprised that the tub was already full. She noticed later that the tap wasn’t the only source. She arranged the lamp in a safe corner and turned it on, glad that it was still working as she figured from the scent that rose from it. It had been a quite a while since she had used it.

  She went back to check on the tub, turning off the taps as the water was almost to the brim. She lighted the candles, turned the lights dim, and called for Aaron. He trudged towards the entrance, but perked up at the nice smell wafting about, and the relaxing atmosphere created by the dull lights. He walked inside, and Mina handed him the globe that took two of her hands to hold. It fit in his palm perfectly.

  “I bet you’ve never tried a bath bomb before,” she grinned.

  “I’ve seen videos,” he admitted, “but it never occurred to me to invest in one.”

  “You sit in the tub, you put this in, and you just watch.”

  “Okay then,” he said and got rid of his shirt.

  “Let me leave first!” she cried, “Goodness!”

  “Hey, wait,” he grabbed her arm as she tried to walk past, “I thought you would join me.”

  Mina’s face burst into flames as he laughed at her reaction, pinching her nose, “In your underwear, at least? It’ll be fun and innocent, really.”

  “Well, erm, if you don’t mind…”

  “Great!” he finalized and slid off his pants, standing in only his briefs. He stepped into the tub and lowered himself into it, beckoning her towards him.

  She realized she’d have to take off her clothes – no duh – and felt too embarrassed to do so. She knew that they had gone far enough for him to see her naked if she wished for him to, but she realized that she really hadn’t fully been undressed before him.

  “C-c-could you, like, turn away?” she sputtered out, “Or close your eyes?”

  He looked absolutely bewildered by her request, but complied without a question and closed his eyes, putting an arm over them. He didn’t really understand why she asked that, but he respected her a lot and the answers could wait.

  Mina carefully peeled her clothes off, stepping forward carefully and quietly towards the tub. She stepped into it slowly and lowered herself, facing him. The water reached his chest, but she was already shoulder deep.

  “You can look now,” she mumbled. Her moved his arm away and grinned at her.

  “Are you still embarrassed of being that way with me?”

  “Sorta…”

  “Well, let’s just relax for now,” he said holding out the bubble bath to her, “Show me what it does.”

  “You do it,” she encouraged him with a wave of her hand, “Go on. Just plop it in.”

  He dropped it, and the water splashed around, getting into their faces. Mina laughed and hit his chest. They looked at the bath bomb that had floated back to the surface, fizzing away and spreading foam everywhere. The scent engulfed them and Aaron sniffed appreciatively.

  “I could get used to this,” he sighed, “Been a while since I chilled out in a bath.”

  “It’s really soothing,” Mina agreed, “You should do it at least once a week.”

  “You can take care of that for me,” he smirked, drawing her closer to him. Her eyes widened.

  “What are you doing?” she laughed nervously.

  “Cuddling. In the bath,” he stated as a matter-of-factly, “C’mon, it’s cute.”

  She only shrugged and let him pull her closer. Back to his chest, she settled in between his legs and relaxed against him. Well, it was certainly cute, and this was so much more relaxing than having a bath alone.

  Mina had to admit, the years she had spent were very lonely. Al though she had worked hard on her mental and spiritual self to heal the years of abuse she had suffered, she couldn’t bring herself to be with anyone no matter how perfect she found them. And she had come across plenty of men who were totally her type, but they all held one common – and very disturbing – trait. They had her father’s personality when it came to their anger. She’d read somewhere that a woman’s unconscious preference and attraction was heavily dependent on their father’s image, because the way daughters were treated was a reflection of their worth and what they deserved. More often than not, at least. There were some lucky girls who ended up with amazing gentlemen, and there were unlucky ones who ended up with worse.

  She forced herself to calm her racing thoughts as Aaron’s hands worked on her head, rubbing in shampoo and making bubbles. His hands were soon all over her body with soap, fingers gently massaging her muscles, letting them ooze out all the tension and stress into the water. Mina had never felt so pampered in all her life.

  She had worked hard to unlearn the bias. She’d worked very hard. And she’d done her best to avoid becoming who her father was. It took so long, but all that mattered to her was that it worked. She still had a lot of self-loathing locked away, and a lot of sadness she didn’t want to deal with, but she was better than ever.

  She was broken out of her thoughts as a bushy – but not uncomfortable – surface rubbed against her face gently. It was Aaron’s stubble that he had grown out. She pushed herself closer against his back and craned her neck upwards to reach his face. His arms wrapped around her body, hands rubbing down her arms and his lips moved against her chin. His wet hand rose to her cheek, turning her face to his. Mina could only stare into his honey eyes as they drew her in. It awed her, to have those eyes look at her like that. With so much love, wanting, and need. She’d never felt so…desperately craved.

  He kissed her softly, lips cushioning hers. This time, she wasn’t nervous, but at absolute peace. Her heart pulsed pleasantly against her chest as his fingers traced pattern against her stomach.

  They were all over each other - hands in each other’s hair and mouths on each other’s bodies. Articles of clothing came flying off and soon, the only barrier between the two of them was skin. And the little self-control they were slowly losing. Aaron stopped for a moment and slowed down his pace, taking his time in kissing her. He was being inexplicably slow and Mina felt like she was about to lose her mind. How could he be so calm in a time when all she wanted to go was devour him?

  It was the same desperation attacking her again, like the one when they had their first kiss. She wanted to lose all control, all boundaries, everything. But Aaron knowingly held her back, teasing her.

  “Aaron,” she called out to him, “Please!”

  Aaron grinned back at her. It seemed that he knew exactly what he was doing. He trailed down small kisses down her torso, causing her to mewl with happiness. Finally, he trailed his way upwards and hovered directly over her face.

  “Are you sure?” he found himself asking. Even though he was slightly inebriated, he still knew the importance of asking for consent.

  Mina felt like she could not answer fast enough. She nodded profusely, “Yes! I want this.”

  Her breathing had accelerated as he was now in very much close proximity to her. Slowly, he wrapped both his arms around her and held her body in an embrace as he bit her lips, tightened and loosened his grip on her waist every now and then and paused to look into her eyes many times in between.

  He carried her in his arms with her legs wrapped around him towards a wall and bac
ked her up against it. She tried to hold onto something, but he guided her hands to his own shoulders. He slid his hand slowly between her legs just as she let out a sudden gasp, and within minutes she was moaning out loud. He held onto her legs, lifting his groin to apply more pressure. She gasped at the sensation. They grinded together, finding the rhythm that nearly sent her over the edge.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist tighter and held on, sucking on his ear lobe and kissing his neck as he carried her to her room. The bedside lamp was on and she wanted to watch this, witness the coupling she’d been dreaming about since puberty. She’d imagined this moment since she started masturbating and now she wanted to watch it all play out in real time, not missing a single moment. He set her down gently on the bed and climbed on top of her, propping himself on his elbows to hover over her. A lock of his hair hung down, dangling between them. She reached up to smooth it back. His finger traced the curve of her cheek and chin. She tried to memorize everything about him, the strip of gray in the stubble under his lip, the bump of his nose, the way one of his eyebrows sat just a little higher than the other. She wanted to hold onto it forever.

  “Your skin is so soft,” His low voice was just above a whisper. He kissed the corner of her mouth, “And you taste so good.” The way his lips just barely grazed hers sent chills through her. They were hardly touching and yet she felt him in every part of her.

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how wet you got that night. You smelled so sweet on her fingers. I’m dying to taste you.” His words and the slow, sensuality of his voice opened a faucet inside of her and dampened her thighs. It was as if his words were a spell and he was conjuring it out of her. She couldn’t take it anymore. Reaching up, she grab the sides of his face and pushed her lips against him. His mouth was so much bigger than hers and he was forceful and demanding when he kissed back. Though she was no delicate flower, she felt dwarfed beneath him. Knowing that he could take whatever he wanted from her, fold her in any which way he chose, had her all kinds of wet. She nibbled and sucked at his bottom lip, then bit him just a little.