Filthy Daddy (Her Billionaire's Baby Book 3)

by Ellie Wild

  “That’s nice,” Dad said. “What—”

  “Do you want some more coffee, Dad?” I asked, cutting him off before he could ask what movie we watched.

  “Sure, sweetie. I could use a refill.” He handed over his coffee mug and I proceeded to fix him a cup of coffee. Just as I finished, footsteps sounded down a nearby hall and an important-looking businessman in a pin-striped suit appeared.

  “Speaker Finley!” he said, enthusiastically. With a wide grin, he took several long strides toward my father, his hand outstretched.

  “Barry! How are you?” Dad said, taking the man’s hand and shaking it.

  “Can’t complain! The real question is how are you?”

  Dad laughed. “Pretty good. At least that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it! I’ve got a long road ahead of me, so I definitely can’t complain now. I’m just getting started.”

  “So I take it that the vice presidency is becoming more of a probability than a possibility, eh?”

  “I guess you can say something like that, if we’re talking about wishful thinking.”

  “Excellent! And I see you’ve got Natalie with you for support! How are you, sweetheart?”

  I smiled and handed my father his coffee before Barry embraced me in a hug. “I’m fine, sir. Good to see you again.”

  “Likewise, darling. This old man needs someone like you to keep him in check.”

  We all shared a laugh before Barry clapped his hands together. “All right. Well—time’s a wasting! Let’s get started.”

  “Sure thing,” Dad said. “What’s first on the schedule?”

  “We’re going to take a short walk to the meeting with a few campaign strategists to get some tips on how to make you appear to be the best candidate for the coveted position,” Barry said, motioning for us to follow him as he headed toward the exit. I took a large swig of my coffee, hoping it would wake me up so that I could pay better attention during the upcoming meetings.

  “So that I can appear to be the best candidate?” Dad asked with a raised eyebrow.

  Barry laughed and held his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Hey—I know you’re the best candidate. It’s just a matter of making sure everyone else knows it too!”

  “Oh, I see,” Dad said. Barry held the lobby door open for us and prepared to say something else. But whatever else he wanted to say got lost in a cloud of smoke.

  The world outside exploded, a blast so loud that it sent my cup of coffee falling to the ground with me right along with it. My ears rang and my vision turned to gray. I lay sprawled on the floor, unable to comprehend what was happening.

  When my ears stopped ringing, I heard the screaming—screaming outside that seemed to come from miles around.

  I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision. Eventually, I saw movement beside me.

  “Natalie? Natalie? NATALIE?!”

  “Here! I’m here, Dad!” I stretched out my arm. When our hands met, we clasped each other. My vision clearing further, I saw my father’s face covered in dirt and dust.

  I glanced around, spotting Barry lying on the ground, unmoving. Before I could speak or do anything, another voice, loud and commanding, pierced through the commotion.

  “Everyone, stay calm. Help is on the way.”

  “What’s going on?!” Dad yelled. He unsteadily climbed to his feet and I followed suit behind him, although my knees wobbled from fear.

  “There’s been an attack. A bomb was set off,” someone responded.

  “Who…Who set off a b-bomb?” I stammered, clutching my father’s arm.

  But to that, I received no answer. The cloud of dust around us thinning, I noticed security guards and police officers rushing over. Sirens blared, mixing in with all the screams and cries that still seemed to drift through the air from miles around.

  Behind me, I heard heavy coughing. Barry. He had finally stirred back into consciousness upon being checked by a guard who kneeled before him.

  “Are you all right, sir?” the guard asked.

  “What the hell just happened?”

  “Don’t worry about that now. I need to get you and the Speaker to safety immediately.”

  “Was this…Was this because of me?” Dad asked. Despite the dust covering his face, I could see his complexion growing several shades paler.

  “No time for speculation, Speaker Finley. Please, follow me.”

  As if all the commotion surrounding us wasn’t enough, my very heart stopped when the guard speaking finally turned around to face us. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t recognized the familiarity of his voice, but then again, it wasn’t like I had known him long. Nevertheless, there was no mistaking that tall and muscular build, that tattoo peeking beneath the bottom of his short-sleeved shirt, that silky dark hair, and those bright blue eyes.

  Colt.

  My appearance clearly took him off guard as well. He froze, locking eyes with me as his eyebrows shot into the air and his jaw dropped. But then, suddenly, he appeared to remember he was on duty, and there was a much more serious matter at hand. It was not time for either of us to reminiscence about the previous night.

  About his lips on my skin. His cock filling me completely. About the six orgasms I had. A new record for me.

  Shit.

  His professional face back on, Colt pulled Barry to his feet. “Come on. We need to vacate the area. Follow me.”

  Without further instruction, my father, Barry, and I followed Colt. Other armed security guards arrived on the premises, positioning themselves at all entrances of the hotel. More and more sirens blared outside as additional police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks arrived on the scene.

  All the while, we followed Colt toward the back of the building, bypassing confused hotel guests.

  “Get in your rooms and stay there until further notice!” Colt instructed without breaking stride.

  We continued down a winding path, which ended with us going down a flight of stairs and into the basement, where piles of dirty sheets and towels waited to be cleaned. Finally, we headed out a back door and into an alley, where we were met by a car that seemed to be waiting specifically for us.

  “Is this everyone?” the driver asked as Colt held the back door open for us.

  “Yes,” Colt answered. “The Speaker, his manager, and…”

  “My daughter,” Dad answered as he slid into the car after Barry.

  “Right…” Colt said, glancing at me.

  As I climbed into the backseat of the vehicle after my father, Colt’s hand briefly brushed against the small of my back, as if giving me a boost. The feel of it was so absentminded though, he didn’t seem aware of doing it.

  He slammed the door behind me and then hurriedly climbed into the passenger’s seat.

  “I can’t believe this,” Dad said, bringing his head down to his hands. “This was an attack on me, wasn’t it?”

  “I’m not one for speculation, Speaker,” Colt responded. “I’m just doing my job.”

  “Who sent you?”

  “The campaign. We were informed that you were here on business, and that extra safety precautions needed to be put into place since you are in consideration for the vice presidency of the United States. You’re a target for enemies now.”

  Dad swallowed. He glanced toward me, and I could see the panic he attempted to hide. He took my hand and squeezed it. He then turned back to Colt.

  “Where the hell was my usual team? Didn’t they sweep this place?”

  “I’m not sure sir, we weren’t in contact with any of them. My team was an extra precaution, only to be mobilized if needed. Honestly sir, I didn’t want to have to work this week.”

  “No, I guess you didn’t.”

  “Your team?” I choked out, the dust still coming up from my lungs.

  Colt passed us waters and we all began to drink.

  “Yes, my team. I work in private security for high level assets.”

  It looked like we both had our secrets.

 
“Thank you for getting us out of there safely. I’ve got my daughter with me and if anything had happened to her…” He took a deep breath. “Listen, just know that if you are ever back on U.S. soil, you’ll have a job. No doubt about it. Just look me up.”

  Colt nodded. “Thank you, Speaker Finley, that’s very kind of you. But I’m just doing my job, sir.”

  He made eye contact with me once more before he turned around. Back to business.

  Things with Colt, whatever had been there, was over.

  CHAPTER 5

  Natalie

  6 months later

  My home had sported a pretty impressive library for as long as I could remember. It’s beechwood floors and tables were in perfect condition, and the bookshelves were lined with virtually everything—from literary classics, to cozy reads, instruction manuals, study-guides, and encyclopedias. Multiple computers—laptops and desk-tops—had been purchased and placed for visitors who wanted to do research.

  I used to think it was a little too much as a child, fearing my friends would think I was from a family of nerds. Now, however, I couldn’t be more grateful to have such a space readily at my disposal. Although there was a nice library in the neighborhood, I’d learned the hard way that being the daughter of a potential vice-presidential candidate made it difficult to maintain privacy. I supposed it would have been different if I was still a child. As an adult though, I was fair game for the press. This had already been the case somewhat when my father was just Speaker of the House, but it was nothing compared to what we experienced now. I could hardly imagine what it must have been like for the families of actual presidential candidates. It gave me a headache just thinking about it, and I certainly didn’t need any more of a headache than I already had, considering I was in the midst of studying for my BAR exam.

  Throughout school, I’d always made fairly good grades. Nevertheless, I’d always had terrible test-anxiety, which had unfortunately followed me right into adulthood. Final exams had been a nightmare and prepping for things like the ACT and SAT had been nothing short of torture. There was just something about standardized tests that made me panic and subsequently made my mind go blank. No matter how well I knew the material, being officially tested on it was always anxiety-provoking.

  It had been my intention to dedicate several hours before lunch to studying. However, that hadn’t been working out well. My mind kept wandering, thinking over my father’s schedule for the next few weeks. Not only was I his main emotional support system, but I had become his unofficial secretary as well. Granted, it was by choice—I worried about him so much that I became obsessed with keeping track of his whereabouts at all times. Things just hadn’t been the same since our time in Turkey; that explosion had shaken both of us to the core. We didn’t want to be paranoid, but at the same time, we knew it was impossible to tell where an enemy may be lurking at any given point. Our peace of mind had been shattered.

  With a sigh, I leaned back in my chair and stared idly at the opened book before me. The words blurred together and a deep boredom threatened to knock me off my studying schedule for the rest of the day. One too many more days like this and I could kiss my career ambitions goodbye. Frustrated, I drummed my fingers on the table, vaguely aware of my father’s voice droning from somewhere down the hall. At first, I figured he was taking a phone call, but then I noticed an additional voice present.

  I listened, wondering if I should see who Dad was talking to. But then I reminded myself that if it was any of my business, he would have called me to join them by now. He knew that I was studying and therefore was not to be bother me unless it was something important. So clearly, whoever he was holding an impromptu meeting with wasn’t important enough to involve me. Nice that he was trying to give me some privacy.

  Sighing again, I sat back up in my chair.

  Focus, Natalie, focus.

  Resigning to the fact that my studying wasn’t going to do itself, I reached for the hair-band on the table and tied my hair into a sloppy bun. I then stood up to stretch, getting my blood flowing and hoping it would improve my concentration. I contemplated getting a snack to appease my stomach that had been growling for the past fifteen minutes, but then I figured if I studied for at least a half-hour straight, I could reward myself with a snack break before resuming.

  Reaching for my cellphone, I set the timer for exactly thirty minutes.

  “Okay, Natalie. Buckle down,” I said out loud, resettling into my seat. I picked up my book and started reading again, determined to force the material to stay in my head this time.

  Yet, my concentration was broken once again when the voices of my father and his visitor drew nearer. I closed my eyes in frustration, wondering why on earth they were so loud. Their laughter rang through the corridors, as did their heavy footsteps. I glanced to the door of the library, wondering if they were coming to see me. From the sound of their jovial banter though, whatever they were talking about didn’t seem serious at all. So if they were coming to bother me, they were doing it for no reason, which was uncharacteristic of my father since he knew I desperately needed time to study.

  My father appeared first, poking his head through the doorway. “Natalie, sweetheart, I hope you aren’t too busy,” he said.

  “Just studying,” I said, stating the obvious. “Why? What’s going on?”

  “There’s someone I’d like to introduce you to. Or re-introduce you to, rather.”

  Having captured my full attention now, I watched as he waved his hand, beckoning someone forward.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes.

  “Honey, this is Colt Jackson, the security personnel who helped lead us to safety in Turkey after that bomb went off. Do you remember him?”

  My father’s words continued after this, but I could no longer hear him. I was too stunned that Colt, the handsome stranger from Turkey who’d had a one-night-stand with me and then potentially saved my life, was standing in my home.

  A deep flush rose over my face and I prayed my father and Colt didn’t notice it.

  Just like I hoped the thoughts running through my mind weren’t being hinted at on my face as I recalled the feel of Colt’s smooth and muscular body beneath and on top of mine…

  His hands and lips and all the rest of him.

  I clenched my teeth. At that moment, I realized my father must have asked me something, judging from the way he stared at me.

  “Uhm…what?”

  “Natalie,” he said, in a reprimanding tone.

  “I’m sorry—can you just repeat that, please?”

  “I said—I’m thinking about hiring Colt for our security team. He’s perfect for the job. He is a former army ranger. I’d feel a lot safer if I knew someone like him was watching out for us.” I blinked rapidly, still trying to wrap my mind around what was happening. “When I found out he was back in the States, I insisted he come meet with me so I could offer him a job,” Dad continued. “Wouldn’t it be great for him to join our team?”

  The telephone from my dad’s office rang just in time, saving me from having to respond. “Be right back,” he said. He winked at me. “In the meantime, Natalie, make Colt feel at home. Convince him to work for us!”

  When Dad turned his back and darted down the hall, Colt looked right at me and smirked, and then he winked, mimicking my father.

  I continued to sit, dumbfounded. The book I’d been attempting to study slid out of my lap and onto the floor.

  “So we meet again,” Colt said, moving farther into the library. With his hands nonchalantly in his pockets, he looked around, taking in the scenery. “Nice place you and your father have here. Big…I bet you know all sorts of ways to sneak boys in without Daddy knowing, don’t you?”

  Colt was standing right in front of me now, looking down and continuing to give me that cocky and over-confident smirk of his. He was just as good-looking as ever, causing me to remember that I was in yoga clothes and my hair tied sloppily on top of my head, I didn’t look at all like
the vixen he had seen upon first meeting me.

  “Maybe you’ll give me a private tour once your daddy is done showing me around?” he asked.

  Annoyance rose through my shock at the blatantly sexual insinuations Colt dared to make while my father was literally around the corner.

  “Excuse me?” I said, incredulously.

  Colt’s expression turned into one of mock-innocence. “What?”

  “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Coming here. You knew I was here.”

  Colt gave a low whistle. “Mighty high opinion you have of yourself.”

  My face flushed again. “I-I didn’t mean it like that, I—”

  “Relax,” Colt interrupted. “You should have a high opinion of yourself. I certainly do.” His eyes roamed my body, as if he could see it right through my old t-shirt and sweatpants. I swallowed and suppressed a shudder, not wanting him to know just how uncomfortable—and hot—he was making me. Once again, memories of that passionate night we’d had together started drifting through my mind in ways I wished it wouldn’t. But there was no use denying it—I hadn’t had a night like that since leaving Colt back in Turkey, and my body was dying to re-experience it.

  And based on the way he stared at me, he knew it.

  I shook my head. “This is unacceptable. If you’re going to be working for my father, our relationship has to be purely professional, nothing else. Got it?”

  “We’ll see about that,” he said, still grinning.

  God, his confidence was infuriating! Just as a retort was about to spring from my lips, my father returned. “How’s it going in here?” he asked, smiling.

  “Great,” Colt said, his devilish grin instantly turning polite.

  “Excellent,” Dad said. “So I hope that means you’ll accept my offer. Did Natalie tell you how much we both appreciate what you did for us back in Turkey?”

  “She surely did,” Colt said, a barely concealed laugh evident in his voice—or at least to my ears. My father didn’t appear to notice anything unusual though. Colt cleared his throat. “She was actually very welcoming and accommodating to me back in Turkey. I’m glad to have met you guys back there. I guess it was fate, huh?”