Sugar High

I Thought You Didn't Get On Your Knees For Any Girl

"So, Mr. Michaels. I'm sorry to see yourself and Miss. Luca are no longer together, she was a lovely young lady as I remember" 

My dad wipes the corners of his mouth with a napkin whilst trying to make polite conversation with my uninvited guest who unfortunately is his business associate too.

Callan Michaels is a major donor to Memorial Hospital, the last thing my dad wants to do is offend him but he is older than me and in all honesty, my father probably thinks he's far too good for a girl like me

"Oh we haven't" Callan laughs "Carmen and I are still together"

"Oh. I'm sorry, I thought..."

"Shawn's a friend Papa" I tell him

"A friend with benefits actually" Shawn smirks whilst placing a kiss on my cheek which I quickly return to his lips and then deepen as my father looks on, trying to swallow down his outrage whilst smiling an apology to his other guests

"So she knows..."

"She's a very understanding woman" Callan says whilst taking a carrot stick and placing it suggestively between my lips

"And business... It's good?" asks my dad, trying desperately to change the subject

"Very" replies Cal whilst he bites down on the carrot stick, taking half in to his own mouth whilst I begin to chew down on mine

"So you and Mila are very different, how did you stumble across each other?"

"He thought I was hot" I admit bluntly whilst biting down on Cals  bottom lip and pulling it towards me with my teeth

"Camilla please!" exclaims my dad and Cal just cocks an eyebrow and mouths 'Camilla?' to which I shrug

"They chose a terrible name for me at birth so I corrected it at 15"

"Mila...may I speak to you in the study please" My dads voice is cool but his face is not. His skin is red and clammy, the veins in his neck are protruding

"No you may not, Cal and I are hungry"

"For each other" he said lowly and takes my lips once more, this time moving his hand to my thigh and squeezing

"Mila! My office, now! Ladies and gentlemen I shall just be a moment or two, Mr. Michaels, please help yourself to wine"

"I would rather help myself to your daughter but wine is fine for now" he winks as my dad hooks an arm around my shoulders and pulls me forcefully to the sanctity of his office and slams the door shut looking down at me with nothing but disappointment in his eyes

"I have never been so humiliated by you in all my life!" he starts, trying not to yell but so close to failing

"Well that's not true Papa, remember when I was 7 and I sat on the floor instead of dancing during the ballet recital, you were pretty humiliated then and when I was 16 and got a B in my math exam you were humiliated by me then too and when I decided not to go to medical school... "

"Enough Camilla"

"And when I moved in with Taylor..."

"I said ENOUGH!!"

"Seems I have a pretty long history of disappointing you, so why stop now, right?" I drop into the chair beside my father's desk and begin playing with the crystal paper weight he keeps next to a photo of himself, my mom and my sister Sofi, all of them In their doctors coats

" I invited you to dinner to talk about your future not to watch you make out with one of the most influential young men in the city"

"I don't want to talk about that with you and what Callan and I do and where we do it is our business "

"My guests can open doors you seem determined to slam in my face"

"If those doors open into a hospital or a medical school then I'm not interested" I cross my legs in my tiny silver dress and my father immediately clenches his teeth

"Why are you being so difficult?! Why come here dressed like a whore with a man that is respected in this city and drag him down to your level?! Why can't you just do as you are told for once in your goddamn life?!" his hands come down hard against the mahogany of his desk, his face red and covered in a layer of perspiration, damp patches beginning to show underneath his arms

" And what am I being told to do 'father'?"

" Get out there, talk, make connections, make appointments to speak to them on campus or in the hospitals they work. Get out there and stop destroying my reputation along with Mr. Michaels' and try to restore some of you own"

"Or else?"

"You don't want me to answer that question Camilla"

"Sure I do, what do you think you could do to me to punish me more than you already have?"

"Don't push me any further, you will regret it, I promise you of that"

"Promises, promises Papa" just as my dad gulps in a breath preparing to let loose in a way I have never seen before there is a knock on the office door and Callan opens it and gazes inside, his eyes moving from my dad  to me  and then back to My dad.

"Dr. Morello, your guests are asking for you" his words are innocent, the look on his face is not, he has obviously heard the commotion and  My dads face burns red at putting on such a show in front of his guests, once again I am dragging him down to my level. I notice him taking some calming breaths as he straightens his tie and then storms out of the office as Cal slides in and shut the door behind him

"Well hello there" his voice is gentle and low as he slips off his tie and clicks the lock on the door. My eyebrows rise as I recognise the look on his face

"And what can I do for you Mr. Michaels?" I ask as he walks up behind me  and takes hold of one of my wrists and then the other and begins binding them together with his tie

"On this occasion its what I can do for you Miss. Morello" he winks at me and then turns the chair around so I am faced towards him and then slowly he drops down onto his knees "You promised me dinner before sex and I'm hungry now" he says whilst reaching up under the shiny fabric of my dress and hooking his fingers into my thong and then dragging it down my legs

"I thought the mighty Callan Michaels didn't get on his knees for any girl?"

"Well, I've never been this starving before" he says as he gets back to his feet and wanders around the office, obviously searching for something. I lower my brows as I watch a grin breakout over his face, his long fingers reaching out and taking my father's spare tie from his shelf and he licks his lips as he walks back towards me

"Ready to feed a starving man Miss. Morello?" he asks whilst using the grey and black accessory to cover my eyes and then tying it tightly at the back of my head.

"Anything I can do to help Mr. Michales" I reply as he returns to his knees and positions himself between my thighs "I'm a regular humanitarian don't you know?" with that Cal pushes open my thighs and dips his head, devouring me with the vigor of a starving man and I respond loudly, knowing my father and his guests will now be well aware that they weren't the only ones enjoying a delious feast