Hot Dad Next Door: A Single Dad & Nanny Romance (Temptation Next Door Book 1)

by Nicole Casey

  “You’re right,” he then said. “We do have this. I really wanted to show you this place but we got so caught up in our little contract that I didn’t find the time to bring you. Now that you’re going home, I figured this to be the best opportunity before there is none.”

  “Why this place though?” I asked him.

  Marcus shrugged and replied, “I never wanted to be a banker, to be honest. I wanted to be like Daxter or Trevor Wild. I wanted to be famous and to be in the front lines of the media. I even took acting classes and worked as a model for a few years.”

  “So why the sudden change in course?” I had to keep pressing. This was my only chance to get to peel off his protective layer.

  “I wasn’t born rich,” he then explained. That revelation came as a bit of a shock. He then continued on, “My dad was a football coach and my mother worked at a diner. They were real simple folk, you know? I always thought I’d grow up and have a simple life like them too. But then my sister kept on getting in trouble.”

  I raised an eyebrow in question, “You have a sister?”

  “Oh yeah, but we never talk nowadays,” he answered. “She was always getting into trouble with boys, drugs and the like. In the end I had to drop my dreams of being a model and actor so I could help her out. I studied accountancy and management because mathematics was the only other field I was good at.”

  “So you became a banker to save your sister?”

  His gaze strayed from the horizon and he looked at me, “That’s right. I ended up having to work as her financial advisor and that hooked me up with more clients until I eventually got linked to some of the big players and corporate leaders. That’s how I made my wealth.”

  “I want to earn a lot of money like you,” I then told him. My thoughts trailed for a moment and I thought of my mom. “My father was an asshole but my mom… you’ll like her, she’s really sweet. I just want to give her a good life, you know?”

  “If this business turns out successful then you’ll make that dream come true,” he then told me. Marcus then got up on his feet and offered his hand to help me back up. “Come on, it’s time to take you home.”

  I smiled, happy to have had this chance to just sit and talk, and grabbed his hand.

  20

  Marcus

  I finally drove her home. It was a little sad to see her go. There was always the possibility that she’d take the money and never talk to me again. We still had over thirty days for our BDSM contract but she already got what she wanted and I did too – I was just lenient enough to let her go early.

  After I dropped her off, I spent the rest of the evening at Mercury Wild. No one was there except for Trevor and Jasmine but they were too busy organizing a new event to promote Daxter and Noelle’s newest fashion line.

  To keep myself busy, I ordered a few drinks and flirted around with a couple of random girls I met dancing to the music. None of the three girls I hung out with could compare to Natasha. None of them were as young, as hot or as submissive as she was. None of them had her intelligence either.

  By two in the morning I was drunk and uncertain of what to do next. I ditched the girls when they went into the bathroom and drove away as quickly as I could. They wouldn’t miss me anyway. There was also some other rich guy for them to leech onto.

  As soon as I got away from the bar, I took a moment to rest by a pancake diner. I was still a little too drunk to be driving anyway so I took the time to rest and sober up a bit. I did order some blueberry waffles and coffee just so I could stay a while longer.

  While I sat there in my car, in the parking lot, my thoughts trailed and I quickly thought of Natasha. The image of her succulent, young and delicious body got me hard so quickly it was a struggle to not masturbate in my seat, especially when I thought of her soft, pink lips and how her pussy would moisten whenever she’d catch sight of my cock.

  Yet the longer I thought of her the more I realized I missed her.

  I missed the spunk in her voice and the way she would defiantly speak back every now and then. I missed how she’d look at me with those big puppy eyes before I’d whip her and fuck her senseless. I missed the sound of her voice when she’d moan in pleasure and beg for me to keep pounding into her pussy.

  I couldn’t say I loved her – no, we were too far gone from that – but I did feel attached to her. Whether it was because she was truly the ideal slave or because she was just so unique and pleasing to be with, I could never tell.

  “Damn it,” I whispered to myself as I slammed a fist on the steering wheel. I pushed her too hard and too soon. I had thirty-nine days to slowly train her and get her addicted to this lifestyle. I had thirty-nine fucking days and I rushed through it in a week.

  I got impatient. I got too excited.

  Furious and a little disappointed with myself, I hopped out of the car and crossed the street. There was a small motel with a coffee shop. As drunk as I was I knew I couldn’t drive home. I had to settle for a room and just sleep the alcohol out of my system.

  I didn’t bother taking a shower or wasting my time watching a movie. I just plopped down on the bed and shut my eyes. It didn’t take long for me to drift off to sleep.

  When I awoke the next morning I heard my phone buzzing. I groggily reached for it and to my surprise I found a text message from Natasha. That really woke me up and I quickly sat up to read what she had to say.

  “Daddy, I got the money,” her message read. “I’m already scouting for a place to launch my business. Thank you so much. Will you pick me up later? I have something to say but I want to say it in person.”

  For a long while I just stared at my phone, reading the words over and over again. She did say she wanted to meet up with me again, right? I had to really digest her message and it occurred to me that I had to be careful with this. Her message was a double-edged sword.

  Natasha did not specify if she wanted to continue on with our BDSM contract. She did not specifically ask if we had another session planned. She didn’t flirt with me in the message and did not imply if we were going to have sex again.

  However, she also didn’t say that this was farewell. There was really no indication on her intentions except for the fact that she had something important to say.

  That was enough motivation for me to get going.

  I texted back and told her that yes, we would meet again tonight. I still had to go to the office and I was sure she had a lot of things to finish now that she had the cash to get her business going. I simply instructed her to wait for me at her apartment by eight o’clock in the evening. She could wear whatever she wanted.

  Once the message was sent, I quickly got back in motion. I took a shower, checked out of the motel and drove back home to my manor. There I changed my clothes, had some coffee and drove to the office. Felicia had already been busy at work for a few hours and I was grateful that she was still so diligent even when I wasn’t around.

  Time passed by so slowly for the rest of the day. I was anxious to get out and prepare for the evening to come but I was buried underneath so much paperwork. I decided to finally give in and allowed Felicia to draft an advertisement so we could expand the company. I had more money than most billionaires I guessed it wouldn’t hurt to spend some cash to improve my business.

  When that was all done and the office was closed I still had to eat my dinner, oversee some business at the manor and then drive over to Mercury Wild to aid both Trevor and Daxter with their businesses. I was their banker after all.

  It was nearly seven-thirty when I was finally free. I didn’t waste time and bid Trevor good-bye before dashing my way out of the bar and into my vehicle. I drove out to Natasha’s apartment in a hurry and pondered what it was she had to tell me.

  Natasha was out of her apartment and out in the street when I finally arrived. To my most utter surprise, I found her in a large shirt on and no socks or shoes. Even in the dark I noticed she had no bra on as her nipples pressed against the fabric of her clothe
s. I could only assume she wore no panties either.

  She waved at me and before I could step out of the vehicle she opened the passenger door and hopped right inside.

  21

  Natasha

  “Hello, daddy,” I greeted him with a smile. It was the best smile I could muster and it glowed with all the joy and genuine excitement I had bursting from within me.

  “Y-you’re wearing what I requested more than a week ago,” he commented as he looked at me, studying me as I leaned on my seat.

  I nodded at him and began to explain, “Daddy, you did your part of the deal. You promised me you’d secure me a business loan if I became your sex slave. I had never experienced BDSM before and I was a virgin when this whole madness started but to be completely honest, I love this.”

  Marcus looked at me with a confused expression on his face. I had to elaborate further. It only made sense – any other girl may have run away and gone home, taking the money to do business elsewhere. I did attempt that but he saved me and that was something I was never going to forget.

  I then explained further, “Daddy, I need someone like you,” I admitted to him. “I need someone who knows how to be in charge. I need someone who can control me, dominate me and put me in my place but still respect my boundaries and my identity. You showed me all that. I feel comfortable with you.”

  “But you don’t love me,” he pointed out.

  I shrugged and looked at him as I said, “I don’t know. I just know that I am quite attached to you, daddy. I live to see you every day of my life. I get excited when you tease me about punishing me or rewarding me.”

  “That’s definitely a lot to go on,” Marcus agreed. He then asked, “Does that mean you’re staying here?”

  I nodded and told him, “Not only that but I’m going to honor our contract. You let me go but you still have like a month to own me and use me as you see fit. I am still your slave.”

  “I let you go because you deserved to be free,” he elaborated. “You could have taken the money and left.”

  My heartbeat got faster as I mustered the words I wanted to say the most, “I want to be with you, daddy. I don’t just want to complete the contract but I want to become your slave for as long as we get enjoyment out of this relationship. You opened my eyes to a whole new world and I want to stay in it.”

  Marcus looked shock but even then he never lost his cool. That was one of the best traits about him – he always looked so serious and never put up for nonsense. Unlike so many other men I had met in my life, Marcus was far more mature, determined and definitely more brutal with his viewpoint on life.

  He didn’t smile but I could see the pleasure burning in his eyes. He looked at me, piercing me with his cold stare, and then told me, “Good. It’s also good to see you are dressed for the occasion. If you’re ready to go we’re going to make a quick stop before heading to the house. Before that though; how is your business venture going now?”

  I smiled and answered, “It’s going perfectly well. I have to go tomorrow to the city hall and begin processing the business papers and registration. I still need to look for a suitable place to set up the shop. I did look into a few ads online and made a few calls to schedule a visit.”

  A sense of pride swelled in my chest as I said those words. His investment in me wasn’t going to go to waste. I would be able to pay the loan and the lenders back quickly. Then I could focus solely on building my profit and hopefully bring my mom here as well. I needed to get her away from that boring life in the middle of nowhere.

  I was going to say more, excited to spill the beans about all my plans and what I’d do once the tattoo shop was flourishing, when I suddenly saw him lean in. Before I knew what was happening I felt his lips press against mine. The warmth and moisture of his kiss sent a shock through my body but instead of revolting I melted into it and welcomed it further.

  Before I knew it I was kissing back, opening my lips just enough so his tongue could slide in and play with mine. His heavy hands crushed me under their weight, gripping my arms tightly as he squeezed.

  Our lips then parted and I looked at him with a gasp and a whisper of a moan.

  “Don’t leave, okay?” he asked. For the first time in a long time I looked straight into his eyes and I saw the longing in his gaze.

  I smiled, cupped his face and said, “Daddy, I’m yours. I promise you that. I will always be yours.”

  “You’re not really my girlfriend though,” he then commented. “Neither of us can say we’re truly in love.”

  “Then let me be your girlfriend and your slave,” I exclaimed. “Let’s take it nice and slow and see how this develops. If we aren’t in love then I can still be your slave. If we are in love then let’s take the next step. I don’t know what it is but we’ll know when we get there.”

  Marcus seemed to be okay with that. He smiled at me and wrapped an arm around my waist. He then told me, “Well, if you’re going to be my girlfriend, then I guess we have to fulfill the expectations that come with that. How about I introduce you to some of my friends at Mercury Wild?”

  My jaw dropped when I heard Mercury Wild. I nodded without saying a single word.

  “I’ll introduce you to Damon – you know him right? He’s always on television. I’ll let you meet Daxter and Noelle too since I noticed you like to wear clothes from their brand.”

  That was a lot to take into. I was excited. However, I stopped him momentarily and pointed out that I was not wearing something appropriate for such a highly regarded bar and restaurant.

  “Don’t worry – you’re a slut to me but not to everyone else. Let’s drop by a shop I know downtown. The place is open twenty-four-seven and I bet we can find something nice for you to wear.”

  I giggled and agreed to that plan.

  For the first time we would get to do something a little normal. We would get to go out like a regular couple, meet up with friends, drink and dance.

  Of course, behind closed doors I would be his little plaything and obey his every word. I was his princess and also his slut.

  I leaned in and gave Marcus a kiss on the cheek before I said, “Okay then, daddy. Let’s go.”

  With that said, he showed me the first smile he ever gave in my presence and drove off to Mercury Wild.

  The End

  The Billionaire’s Past

  Mercury Billionaires Book 5

  Book Description

  One irresistible night, and I'm f*cked.

  Damon

  As a professional football player, I have it all. Money. Fame. Women.

  But I still think about Emilia, my best friend's sister, the one I spent a crazy fun night with five years ago. But then she's out of my life as quickly as she entered it. When I run into her again, I can't take my eyes off her. She looks more beautiful than ever.

  She slipped through my fingers before. This time, I'm not willing to let her go.

  Emilia

  I haven't seen Damon, my brother's best friend for five years.

  After that sinful night, things got out of control. So I ran away. But raising Jeremy and starting my own hotel business alone wasn't exactly easy for me. I need something else in my life. I need a man; Jeremy needs a father.

  That's when Damon walks back into my life. He's sexier now, more mature, and more ripped than ever.

  This time I can't run. I can't hide this secret anymore. But how will he react to this huge secret I've been hiding for five years?

  Prologue

  Damon

  “Well, how many offers did you get Mr. Wessic?”

  I turned around to see my World Literature professor, Mr. Holbrooke, standing by with a bottle of beer in his hand.

  I smiled back at him and said, “No less than a dozen, sir. It’s a little overwhelming, to be honest with you.”

  I then looked around and saw the rest of the gym was still busy with the evening festivities. This was our college graduation party, as humble as it was, and students, teach
ers and parents alike were dancing, chatting and drinking away.

  Mr. Holbrooke took a sip of his drink and said, “Well, with skills like yours it should come as no surprise you’d become a professional football player. It’s like you were born to play in the NFL.”

  “That’s too kind of you to say,” I replied. I myself took a bottle and drank. At least now I was old enough to legally drink and I wanted to enjoy the night. The next few weeks were going to be nothing but grueling training for my professional football career.

  He shrugged and waved that notion off, “You’re too humble, Mr. Wessic. You deserve this opportunity, you know. You’re one of the best football players I’ve met and I’ve been teaching here for ten years. It doesn’t hurt either that you’re not a meathead like the others. Even without football you could still land a great career with your intelligence.”

  “I can only hope so,” I told him. I was moving forward as a football player but I did just achieve a degree in Business Management and Accounting. “I have a few teams I might try-out for now that they gave me the offer.”

  Mr. Holbrooke smiled and patted my shoulder, “Well, go have fun, okay? Congratulations and happy graduation.”

  I watched as he took another gulp from his drink and walked away to converse with the other graduates. My own drink was running out and I headed over to the snack bar to pick up another bottle.

  My plan was to just pass by, get some nachos and a bottle of beer so I could go back out and look for my friends. For a graduation party, this was a little boring. With my friends, we could at least shoot the shit and play video games or something. Some beer pong would be nice too.