Daddy's Girl

by River Laurent

  Daddy’s Girl

  A Hot Taboo Romance

  River Laurent

  River Laurent

  Copyright © 2017 by River Laurent

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  All characters in this publication are fictitious, any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Author’s Note

  Appreciations

  1. Quinn

  2. Quinn

  3. Madison

  4. Quinn

  5. Quinn

  6. Quinn

  7. Quinn

  8. Quinn

  9. Quinn

  10. Madison

  11. Quinn

  12. Quinn

  13. Quinn

  14. Madison

  15. Quinn

  16. Quinn

  17. Madison

  18. Madison

  Epilogue

  Coming Soon

  Taken By The Baller

  copyright

  Appreciations

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Cinderella.com

  1. Cass

  2. Cass

  3. Cass

  4. Cass

  5. Cass

  6. Cass

  7. Cass

  8. Lars

  9. Cass

  10. Cass

  CONNECT WITH RIVER

  Author’s Note

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  Taken By The Baller.

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  Appreciations

  Many, many thanks to:

  My editor: Summer Ross: Wolfe Ross Editing

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  1

  Quinn

  “No fucking way, Kevin. No. Flat out, no,” I burst out.

  “Aw…come on, Quinn. You have to help me. I can’t leave her here alone. She’s just a kid. Stella will never send her to me again if she finds out I left her here without adult supervision. It’s partly your fault I have to go anyway,” he cajoled in my ear, his voice slightly muffled. He must have pinned the phone between his shoulder and his ear, to free up his hands so he could pack as he moved around his house.

  I’d have taken the trip myself, but they’d specifically requested Kevin. I left some, uh, broken hearts there, last time I went across, and Kevin and I rightly figured they wouldn’t want to see me again too quickly. Either Kevin went or we could lose a potentially huge investor, and neither of us wanted that.

  Annoyed, I ran my hands through my hair. I felt like an asshole saying no. Having to run off at the last minute to chase a business deal would have been nothing to him if his daughter hadn’t just arrived on a visit from England where she lived with Kevin’s ex. I know it was only one damn week, but I needed the responsibility of taking care of his teenage daughter in my house like I needed a hole in my head. What did I know about taking care of a girl that age?

  “Are you sure there’s no-one else?” I tried with a touch of desperation. “You must have some family around here she could stay with, or-”

  “If I did, she’d be there already,” he interrupted. “Come on, man, Please.”

  I looked out of the tinted windows of my car, and wished I’d ignored his call and let it go to voicemail. Then I could have gone home, poured myself a generous scotch, and enjoyed my night without having this shit poured all over my head. I had plans this evening. A hot date. A sure thing.

  “You know I wouldn’t ask you unless I had no other option,” Kevin added.

  “Well, thanks.” I broke into a reluctant grin. You could always trust Kevin to be straight up real. He was right though. I had zero interest in kids. Babies actually made me break out in a sweat. Whiny, clingy things that need changing. Although, I wasn’t always like that. When Kevin first became a father, we had both just turned twenty, and I kind of enjoyed babysitting for him. Not so much the changing diapers thing, but generally, the sensation of interacting with something so harmless and innocent. Besides real babies, I found out very quickly, were a great babe magnet too. Not as good as a sports car, but still surprisingly impressive.

  “You know I didn’t mean it like that,” he said hastily. “You could be accomplished, charming, and an accommodating human being when you want. I know you can handle this no problem.”

  We’d worked together long enough for me to know Kevin didn’t ask for favors when he could fill in the gaps himself. Kevin was one of the good guys and there’s not much I wouldn’t do for him. I drummed my fingers on the window frame and exhaled. “You’re not going to let me get out of this one, are you?”

  “Nope,” he said, sensing victory and pressing his point home. “It’s just for a week, less if I can get everything moving by Wednesday. I just don’t want to dump her on anybody she doesn’t know. She only comes over once a year, and I don’t want it to be a drag for her.”

  “Yeah, okay.” I sighed.

  I knew how dedicated Kevin was to his daughter. He had Madison when he was basically a kid himself, right out of college, at nineteen. She was a mistake, and at first, he was furious with Stella, but the moment he laid eyes on his daughter he fell in love with her. At that time, the two of us were just getting our first business venture off the ground so we used to spend long nights hiding out in our rented apartment working.

  When Stella had to work nights, she would drop the kid off at our place and Kevin would set up a crib in the corner just so he could be close to her. She was a good baby. Hardly ever cried and I grew quite fond of her. Then Stella moved back to London and took Madison with her. It broke Kevin’s heart that he could only see his daughter a couple of times a year. He would fly to London once and Stella would bring her over the other time. Stella would then go off to New York shopping and the kid would stay with us. She was a cheeky little monkey then and she brightened up the place for two weeks.

  Once, when Madison was about six, Kevin was busy so I took her out for a milkshake. Halfway through, she put her shake down and said, “Would it be okay if I came to stay with Dad and you, Uncle Quinn?”

  I was shocked. “What about your poor Mom, kiddo? She’ll be so sad without you.”

  Her big blue eyes filled with tears. “I don’t think my Mom wants me anymore. She’s got a new boyfriend now and she always send me to Auntie Marcie’s house to stay the night. I don’t like Auntie Marcie’s boy.”

  My gut burned for her. How could Stella do that to the poor child? I told Kevin and they fought about it. He wanted to have her back, but she refused. Things changed after that. Stella refused to come to the States anymore. She decided to send
Madison as an unaccompanied child traveler, and he had to go and pick her up from the airport. By then the business had taken off big time so Kevin and I decided to find our own digs and I didn’t really see much of her anymore.

  My next memory of her is vague. She must have been twelve or thirteen. Skinny, blonde, steel braces, and so fucking shy she wouldn’t even meet my eyes. She had obviously turned out to be a nice kid, but I didn’t feel the same warmth I’d felt for that sweet child I’d helped to raise, all blonde ringlets and trusting innocence. Or what I had felt when she asked if she could come stay with us. She had become just another kid.

  For one reason or another, I never saw her again. I remember being invited to her sixteenth birthday party, but I ended up not going because of some proposal needed finishing up urgently.

  “You’ll take some time to show her around, right?” Kevin asked. “It doesn’t have to be much, but just…take her to a couple of shows or museums, enough to keep her entertained until I get back.”

  “You know she’s a grown-ass adult, right?” I asked. “She probably doesn’t want some stuffy, old guy following her around museums.”

  “Yeah, you’re probably right. Just…just don’t let her get into any trouble.”

  I frowned. I didn’t like the sound of that. “I’ll try, but I know fuck all about policing a young girl. Get back as soon as you can, okay?”

  “You bet I will.”

  “Are you going to drop her off?”

  “I’m running late. Will you swing by and pick her up from here?”

  “When do you have to leave?”

  “An hour.”

  “I’ll be there before that.”

  “Hey, thanks for this, man. I owe you one.”

  I hung up, leaned back against the expensive leather of my car, and sighed.

  2

  Quinn

  By the time I arrived back at my place the Californian sun had begun to set. It glowed like a red ball behind my house, which was set on a hill with an amazing view of the whole city. I parked the car and took the stone steps two at a time. I opened the door, peeled off my jacket and tie, and tossed them over the back of the chair opposite the door.

  The housekeeper had been around that morning and the place smelt of lemon oil polish. I liked my place. I had spent thousands getting it designed in a minimalist style. It was a style that photographed well and looked slick when it appeared on the front covers of the lifestyle magazines that ran the occasional profile-story of me.

  I switched on the air-con and went to the liquor cabinet. Pouring myself an extra-large scotch I made my way out onto the balcony. The evening air was balmy. I took a sip and let myself linger on my high perch, the buzz of the city noise below seeming far away and irrelevant. This was the moment I loved most in my day. Alone, finally at peace with the world, the office far behind me.

  I allowed my brain to switch off as I watched the restless activity of the streets in the distance. My thoughts returned to Madison. She must be nineteen now. That made me feel outrageously old. How did she get to be so grown-up, and I was still the same asshole I’d been nearly two decades previously?

  I wondered what she would make of me now. Maybe I’d be painfully uncool to her. Maybe I would have that slick-older-man thing going on? Not that I particularly wanted her thinking of me like that.

  Girls of her age were not my thing, no matter what they looked like, or how aggressively they expressed their interest, I wasn’t interested. I had absolutely nothing in common with them. That was probably why I was the only person in the city Kevin could trust her with. He knew I shot for more mature women. Women who didn’t play coy, girlish games. Women who understood the score. They knew what they wanted and were not afraid to ask for it.

  My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was my date for the evening.

  “Hey gorgeous,” she purred in my ear.

  I leaned my hip against the metal railing. “Hey yourself.”

  “Do you know what I’m doing right now?”

  “Nope.”

  “I’ve got my legs open in front of the mirror and I’m sliding my fingers into my pussy.”

  I smiled. See what I mean about mature women. “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. You won’t believe how wet I am.”

  “Tell me?” I ordered, my cock twitching with interest.

  “My juices are dripping onto the bed.”

  “Fuck, Victoria,” I muttered.

  “I could really do with a very big cock right now. Wanna come over and play with my pussy?” She chuckled throatily.

  “I can’t,” I groaned, silently cursing Kevin. “I’ve got a house guest I have to go pick up.”

  “A house guest?” Her voice sharpened.

  “Yeah. Kevin’s kid. She’s down from England for a holiday, but Kevin has had to rush off to a business trip. There’s no one to take care of her so she’ll be staying at my place for a week,” I explained glumly.

  “Oh, how nice of you.” She sounded relieved.

  I looked at my watch. “Got to go pick her up now, as a matter of fact.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you at eight?”

  “See you at eight. Don’t tire yourself out too much.”

  “I won’t,” she said with a chuckle.

  I made my way back inside, the cold air felt delicious. I hadn’t realized how hot it was out there. I thought about a quick shower and then decided against it. There wasn’t enough time. I would just pick her up, show her to her room, and then I would have time to get ready for my date. She would probably be too exhausted to do anything more than have a hot shower and drop into bed, anyway. The trip over from England could be a motherfucker. I placed my glass down on the black marble countertop of the bar, and headed for the door.

  Rolling up the sleeves of my pale blue shirt, I hurried down the steps and got into my car. Kevin’s home was only fifteen minutes away from mine, and I managed to avoid most of the traffic so I pulled up outside his place with time to spare. I didn’t know why, but I felt a jolt of nervousness run through my system. Weird.

  I had been to his home a thousand times before. I had spent so many nights there drinking, strategizing and laughing, but this time felt different and I couldn’t put my finger on why. Probably because I really wasn’t looking forward to playing nursemaid to a teenager. I got out of the car and started walking toward the front door.

  Maybe, because I found it hard to think of Kevin as anything other than a bachelor. Of course, I knew he had a daughter, but it hardly ever crossed my mind when she lived in England. Sometimes, when she called on his cell, or I did remember he was actually a father, I’d look at him in wonder, and have an uneasy feeling that time was passing me by and I was wasting my life.

  I walked up to the door and buzzed the bell. His place was more old-fashioned than mine, a converted townhouse that towered over the street below. It was cool and classic, like him. Kevin opened the door.

  “Hey,” he greeted, and jerked his head toward the interior to motion me inside. “She’ll be out in a minute. I think she’s in a bad mood.”

  “Take it as a compliment,” I said with a shrug. “I can’t think of many people who’d be pissed they didn’t get to spend time with me.”

  “Fair point.” He grinned. I heard footsteps on the stair, and glanced up. And my jaw dropped.

  Whoa! That was Kevin’s daughter! Since when?

  She was fucking gorgeous.

  My gaze swept up and across her body as I took in every inch of her as she bounced down the stairs. And bounce, her round, full breasts did. Magnificently. She wore a cream top that cut off a couple of inches above the waistline of her skin-tight shorts, revealing a band of skin the color of thick cream. Her long legs were bare, and her blonde hair was scraped back into a ponytail that accentuated her high cheekbones. Her mouth was plump and daringly red. Whatever happened to the flat-chested, shy girl who couldn’t look me in the eye?

  I closed my mouth with a s
nap, and for all our sakes, did my best to cover my pervy reaction. I didn’t want Kevin thinking I had designs on his daughter, and I certainly didn’t want such an idea getting into her head either.

  “You’re not going out wearing that?” Kevin frowned.

  She rolled her eyes. “Why not? Is it cold outside?”

  I tried not to smile.

  “Does your mother allow you to go out dressed like that?” Kevin demanded. He looked like he was doing his damndest to keep his temper in check.

  “Just chill, okay. It’s not like Uncle Quinn hasn’t seen me naked before.”

  My eyes nearly fell out.

  “Madison,” Kevin roared.

  She shot a look at me. It was totally conspiratorial, as though she was inviting me into a secret game with her. “Do you mind if I come to your house dressed like this, Uncle Quinn?”

  Whoa! This girl was pure trouble. I glanced at Kevin. He looked furious and frustrated. Ah, the joys of being a father.

  “Well?’ she prompted.

  I shrugged. “I’ve got no problem.”

  She turned and met her father’s gaze rebelliously, as though daring him to force her to get changed.