Obsessed

One

It all started back in college. I was working the night shift at a local bar down the street from my dorm. 

Innocence radiated off my skin, attracting all the perverts from around the area. 

I didn’t think much of his presence that night. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he looked like one of the regular business men there, around 35 years old, looking for a girl to take home with them for the night.

“I’ll take a shot of your finest bourbon.” He spoke with a deep british accent.

“Uh- Yes, of course. That’ll be-“ I paused. I hadn’t realized I picked the most expensive bourbon in the tiny little bar until I looked at the receipt that was currently printing out. 

“906 dollars.” 

He smirked at me and pulled out a wallet, handing me 900 dollars in hundred dollar bills. 

“Your tip.” He whispered, while holding out yet another hundred dollar bill. 

“Sir, I-I can’t take hat much money from you, I could get fired.”

“Love, if you don’t take my money, I’m just going to have to track you down after this and give it to you.” He growled in my ear.

Something in my body sparked at his touch. 

“Come with me,” He started, pulling on my arm.

“I’ll show how mud you deserve that hundred dollar tip.”

“Maybe, even more.” 

I gulped at his request, but was soon brought back down to earth as I realized I couldn’t just leave the bar with some stranger during my shift. I would never be allowed back here and I sure as hell needed this job to pay for my tuition.

“I-I can’t, I’m working.” I responded with regret.

“If you were mine, you would never have to work, darling.” He smirked.

And with that I hopped over the bar, not caring what anyone though about it. 

I ripped off my apron and threw it to the ground. 

I knew I would regret this tomorrow morning.

As we stood outside he pulled out his pone and dialed a number I did not care to see.

“Yes, Bernard, bring me the stretch. Make sure its stocked with that wine I like. No, No I don’t care if my wife doesn’t want me to drink it,”

Wife. 

That word stung like a thousand knives. I was thinking about calling this a quits until a huge stretch limo pulled to the curb, tinted windows and all.

He opened the for for me with a grin. I couldn’t resist.

As I sat down in the enormous car, I looked around to see a mini bar right in front of me. A little cabinet of different liquors on top. 

“I don’t think I ever got your name, love.” He spoke, finally breaking the silence.

“Dani, and yours?”

“Harry, but you can call me Daddy tonight.” My eyes widened in shock, his words lighting a fire in my core.

We were interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone, not my cell phone.

“Hello sweetheart.” He spoke gently.

“Yes, Daddy will be home sometime tomorrow.”

“I miss you too button.”