Daddy's Sweetheart Parts 1-5: The Complete Collection

by Rachel Burns

  If his secretary hadn’t mentioned her, he may have never found her, and his daughter.

  Brian wanted a family so badly that it was lust. Lust can bring a man to his knees. It wasn’t good for the soul. Anything a person wanted too badly would end up being the death of him.

  His eyes return to his wife’s face as she lay in her bed. She was so beautiful, by far the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

  Could he keep her, despite everything? Was it possible to recover from such a deceit?

  Would she try to run again?

  Would his life be about him looking over his shoulder to make sure that she was still there?

  He couldn’t trust her ever again. That much was clear. Things had ended up just the way he always knew they would. He was stuck with a woman who was using him for his money, a woman who just tolerated him and his odd needs. There was nothing sweet and pure in this world.

  Because of Amelia’s escapade he was now in debt to his friends. He had tried to convince his friends that she had been kidnapped. In reality, she had been in a tiny bakery in New York all of this time. She had made a fool out of him.

  Why hadn’t she gone there when her father kicked her out?

  Was it because she had seen an opportunity with him and taken it?

  Of course she had, he answered himself. She was a conniving bitch. He was glad that he had been so rough with her in the beginning of their marriage. She should pay for what she did to him.

  He was no longer the boy in need of love. He was the man, the man who had trusted and been crossed.

  Brian glanced at her face again. He wanted to stroke it gently with his fingertips. He never thought that he would ever get to touch her again.

  Slowly, he reached for her. He had a feeling that she could just disappear again. He let the back of his hand rub over her cheek.

  Brian had to smile at her. She was sweet-looking as she slept. He turned his fingers over and traced the line of her jaw with his fingers.

  A shiver went through him. He wanted to choke her. Brian pulled his hand away from her throat.

  Why didn’t she love him like he loved her?

  His love was so absolute. He was even going to keep her despite everything. She better be thankful that he wasn’t turning her out on the streets like her father had done.

  Why hadn’t he heeded the warning her own father gave her? What man tells a rich, smart potential son-in-law to get lost?

  The signs had all been there, even the pastor had warned him. Things had gone too fast, and he hadn’t known her.

  Had it been so terrible with him that she left without wanting a divorce?

  The thing that really stung him was that he thought they had never been happier.

  He was lying to himself again. He had thought that there was something wrong.

  Had Amelia gotten pregnant from her lover and left, so he wouldn’t figure it out and divorce her?

  Would she have come back and tried to pick up the pieces once her baby was older, pretending that she never had a child?

  It was all about money. The money was a curse.

  He wished that he was poor and lived in a small apartment.

  Would Amelia love him better without the money?

  Would she love him just for him?

  Chances were that no woman wanted him the way he was. He wasn’t right in the head. Brian knew that, but he had hoped that he could have a feeling of normalcy at home with his Amelia. He felt like she had stabbed him in the back.

  Brian had let her get close. He would never make that mistake again.

  He would keep her, but he would never trust her again.

  ***

  I woke up in my own bed, my bed at his house. I was in my pink and white striped room. I let what happen run through my head. I looked over to my window seat. I saw my teddy, waiting for me to pretend I was little and play with him again.

  I felt like grabbing it and holding him tightly to my heart, as a replacement for my baby.

  Would I ever see her again?

  I was still so tired. I rolled over and closed my eyes.

  Before they closed, I saw a knee packed in dark trousers. Brian was sitting right next to me. He would want to kill me now

  I was so tired from whatever they shot into my arm.

  He could kill me later, I thought, as I drifted off to sleep.

  Awhile later, I woke up again. I listened, and I could hear him breathing. He was still there.

  This was a reprieve. As soon as I moved, he would start in punishing me. I reasoned with myself that if he wanted to kill me, then he would have done that already.

  Maybe he was just so happy to have me home that we would continue the game as if nothing had happened?

  He had done that before. Would he do it again?

  I somehow doubted it. His pride would demand revenge. I was sure of that.

  I really had to go to the bathroom now. I decided to lie still until I couldn’t hold it anymore.

  That moment was already here. I was suffering. My whole body felt full of water. I had to decide what my next move would be quickly because I couldn’t wait. Should I look at him or just get up and go?

  Once I was up, did I dare ask him about the baby?

  I felt like someone stabbed me in my heart. My heart ached for my precious baby.

  Did he even have her? He did realize that she was mine and thus also his?

  I thought about what I should say, how I should put things. I imagined his reactions to my words. He wouldn’t understand no matter how gently I put things. Now I just wanted to be sick.

  What did one say to their husband after running away from him while pregnant? Yep, I would rather live out on the streets without anything to eat than in your mansion.

  However, I hadn’t lived out in the streets long. I had lived with a loving family who had really liked me for me, a first in my life.

  His breathing was coming from the right side of the bed. I pushed the covers away and got out on the left. I was still fully dressed. He had just removed my shoes.

  I closed the door to the bathroom as I went in. I hoped he would respect the closed door and leave me alone.

  I went quickly, just in case. Thankfully, he stayed away.

  Should I shower and change? No, I definitely wanted to stay dressed. I was just standing in the bathroom hiding from him.

  I looked at myself in the mirror. He wouldn’t approve of what I was wearing: jeans, a long armed T-shirt and a sweatshirt with a zipper down the front and a hood in the back, definitely not his preferred style.

  Another thought popped into my head. It would soon be Christmas. Great, I was home in time for Christmas, but I had cheated him out of his Daddies Night at school this year. He’d be mad about something like that.

  “Amelia, come out now,” he called to me.

  Coming out would take a lot of nerve. I hadn’t seen him in months. I wasn’t ready to now. I didn’t have the necessary courage, did I?

  Of course, I did. He had information about my baby that I needed.

  I took a deep breath and rolled the door open. He was sitting on the edge of the bed looking right at me.

  I noted two things at once. That wasn’t the normal position for a spanking, and he looked so good. I had forgotten how good-looking he was.

  If only he wasn’t sick in the head, we could have been so happy.

  “Come here.” He motioned me forward by rotating his wrist.

  I walked slowly towards him stopping when I reached my bedroom. I was braver than I thought; I was actually meeting his eyes. Was now a good time to ask about the baby?

  “Do you have any idea how worried I was? What were you thinking? How could you have done that to Nanny and me? We were out of our minds with worry? Tell me, what do you have to say for yourself?” He sounded just like a mad parent.

  I hung my head. How could I explain that I was trying to protect the baby from him? He wouldn’t understand something like that. He felt
that he was normal.

  I knew better now. I had gotten a taste of normal and had been loved. It would make this charade so much harder to play.

  “What you did was inexcusable. I can’t begin to tell you how mad I am. I don’t think you can make amends. We will probably never recuperate from this.” He was shaking his head and looking down at the floor.

  I remained silent. No tone came out of me, even though my soul was screaming for my baby

  “For starters, let’s get those god-awful clothes off of you.” He stepped forward. I stepped back.

  He snorted impatiently. “Amelia, I am trying so hard not to – Never mind. Be good. I’m warning you.”

  Had he wanted to say not to kill me?

  I was shaking in fear. He reached out and unzipped my sweatshirt. Should I at least try to stop him?

  He rolled it down my arms and then dropped it to the floor. A first for him, I had never seen him just drop anything. He always very carefully folded and put things away.

  He reached for my T-shirt and pulled it up over my head. That also landed on the floor. I stood there in a bra with my arms folded over my breasts.

  He sighed loudly again. He was disappointed in me. “Turn around.”

  I was too scared to move.

  He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around the way he wanted me to stand. He unhooked my bra, but I didn’t move my arms, so it stayed put.

  “Amelia,” he sighed.

  I was getting on his nerves, but I figured that I had already pulled so much that it really didn’t matter.

  He took hold of the bra by reaching around to my front and pulling it away. This he folded nicely. He recognized it as being mine, from him. I should probably consider myself lucky that my husband knew my things so well, but it scared me all the more. “Turn back to me.”

  Again I did nothing. I wasn’t trying to provoke him. I just wasn’t functioning at the moment.

  He sighed again and turned me the way he wanted me. His fingers were on my jeans, opening them and pulling them down. I lifted my leg, as I should, so he could remove the jeans one leg at a time.

  He let them drop on the pile. His fingers were at my socks now. He was kneeling in front of me. I lifted my foot, debating whether or not to kick him over.

  What would I do then? I was sure that I was locked in. I always was.

  I lifted my other foot nice, so he could remove my sock.

  He reached up and pulled my panties down. He looked at me there. The hair had grown back. He didn’t like that. His eyes quickly moved away. He took my bra and threw it in the hamper. The pile of clothes from the floor he took out with him. I could hear a plastic bag.

  Was he throwing my things away?

  I felt so guilty. My family had lent me those things.

  I stood there naked and waited to see what he would do to me. I heard the door to his room close. He had left. I wasn’t brave enough to go peek, but I was pretty sure he was gone.

  What did he expect from me now? I waited perfectly still in case he came back. I didn’t want to make him any madder than he already was.

  I wasn’t sure what I should do. I was starting to get cold. Should I get dressed? I looked around my room, noticing that all of my things were just the way I had left them.

  I folded my hands and prayed that this would all work out. I prayed that he would never hurt my baby or me.

  Chapter 2 – Nanny’s Revenge

  Brian needed a moment to himself. He stood outside of his door and leaned against it. He had feared that if he touched her again, he would do something that he would regret.

  Brian loved her so much, and she didn’t seem to care. He had never been more disappointed in someone in all of his life.

  She hadn’t said anything, no reason was given, and she hadn’t begged him to understand why she had done what she did.

  Whatever her reasons were she felt that he should know what they were without being told.

  Had he been such a terrible husband?

  He felt so rejected. If he had stayed with her a minute longer, he would have choked her. Why had God made him this way when it meant that he would never find happiness?

  Brian forced himself to knock on Nanny’s door. He didn’t want to talk to her, but he wanted her to help Amelia clean up. Amelia might feel better about herself once she had something pretty on again.

  “Hello, sir.” Nanny was surprised to see him outside of her door. When he had told her that Amelia was coming home, he had accused her of losing her in the first place after Nanny had said that she wanted to be there when Amelia woke up. She hadn’t approved of them drugging her. He had been clear that just he would be there for Amelia.

  “She’s awake. You can go see her now. Perhaps, you could clean her up a little, so she looks normal again.”

  “What did she say? Why did she leave?”

  “Nothing, she said nothing,” Brian interrupted her. “She didn’t look like she cared about me.” Brian turned around and left before he said too much. He wasn’t about to cry on Nanny’s shoulder. The woman was probably just using him too. After all, he was a rich man with a secret that he wanted hidden from the world. There was money to be made with such an idiot, he thought.

  He carried the garbage bag down and gave it to his butler to throw away before he went to his office so he could have a moment to himself.

  Nanny saw the pain in her employer’s eyes. How dare Amelia hurt him like that? Didn’t she know the hell he went through without her? Didn’t she care about him at least a little?

  Nanny assumed that if Amelia didn’t care about her daddy, then she wouldn’t care about her nanny either.

  Nanny glanced at the door separating the two of them. She would march through it and teach the young lady next door exactly how terribly she had behaved. She would make Amelia feel bad about everything that she had done. Nanny would spank her wayward child until she promised to never pull anything like that again.

  And she wouldn’t wrap her arms around her precious child and tell her how glad she was that she was finally home. No confessions about endless worrying and sleepless nights would be admitted to.

  Her little girl needed a firm hand to remind her what was good for her, and a firm hand she would get.

  ***

  The door to Nanny’s room opened behind me. I stepped back so my naked body wasn’t the first thing someone saw as they came in. I heard the door close. I looked in that direction.

  I wouldn’t put it past him to hire someone to kill me for him, not after what I had done.

  It was Nanny and not a hit man. She came and stood in front of me. She was looking me up and down. I was starting to wish that it had been a hit man.

  Nanny wasn’t smiling. She reached out for my ear and pulled hard. I had to follow her into the bathroom. She let go once we were in there. “Prepare this room for your spanking,” she demanded.

  “I won’t do anything to actively help you hurt me.” I stared her down. She was a little shorter than me, but she weighed a little more. Still, I probably had a chance.

  Their kind of love hadn’t been real. It was just a trick.

  They had made me completely dependent on them, and then they had thrown bones my way, which I had mistaken for love and something great; but it had only been bones and nothing with real substance.

  I had gotten more from Cindy’s family. I had done my part to help, and they had seen to it that Sarah and I had everything we needed.

  “That’s what I figured.” She pulled out the chair and got her weapon out of the drawer. “Amelia, come here,” she said as she sat down.

  I was stifling a laugh. Nanny was like a barking dog. I chose to ignore her. I stood off out of her reach.

  “This is your last chance.”

  I nodded that I understood.

  Nanny jumped up from the chair and tried to grab me. I darted out of the way. This was just too ridiculous. This woman was wasting my time. I just wanted my daughter.

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sp; Nanny cornered me in. She reached for me, and I ducked. I knew it; her power over me had all come because I had been too respectful to her.

  She grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled hard.

  Tears sprang to my eyes, but I still didn’t give in. I held onto her hand and tried to open her fingers. She took her paddle and whacked me on the side of my head.

  My hands left hers and went to the bump, which was forming there. Bursts of light were exploding painfully in front of my eyes. I was already dizzy from whatever Brian had drugged me with, and now this.

  She was sitting, and then she had me over her lap. I left my hands on my head, and she went at me like a crazy woman. She had been holding back up until now.

  I refused to scream, but the tears I couldn’t stop. They flowed out of me of their own will.

  In my head I repeated the words, I want my baby, again and again.

  I didn’t even realize when Nanny stopped.

  She was talking to me and saying something, but I couldn’t concentrate on what it was. I stayed where I was.

  Maybe this was the lecture that came in the middle. I was sure she would continue until I did scream. Brian was probably listening. She would want to offer him a good show.

  Had he blamed her because I had taken off from school? School, which had been her idea.

  “Amelia, can you hear me?”

  I could now. I felt my heart rate slowly calming down.

  “Amelia, can you hear me?”

  Tricky, if I answered yes, would she continue on, or if I didn’t answer, would she think something was really wrong with me and call Brian in. Him I never wanted to see again.

  Why was it so easy to call him Brian now?

  How dare he just kidnap me? I had gotten away fair and square. A real adult would have admitted defeat and talked to me about a divorce.

  “Yes,” I answered her.

  “Yes, what?” her tone was strict.

  “Yes. I can hear you.”

  “Yes. I can hear you what?”

  I knew what she was getting at, but I too could be stubborn. “Yes. I can hear you now.”

  She sighed, and I heard the paddle cut through the air. It landed with a loud smack. I had forgotten just how much this hurt.