Be My Daddy |18+|

2.

I could be yours,
I could be your baby tonight
—Lana Del Rey/Lolita

I call him on a third day at 8 pm.

Just because I can't calm my nerves.

To make it worse, it just rings on and on. Guess he doesn't want me anymore, huh?

When I am sure it'll leave a missed call, he picks up. On last seconds.

"Hello?" He grunts hoarsely. His voice is deeper and groggy. Uh, I can't. I'd die happily hearing it everyday.

"Sorry, did I disturb you? Were you sleeping, Mr. Spencer?" Yeah, obviously, but I ask anyway.

"Violet?" A smile forming on my lips as he recognizes me.

"Rough day? It's only eight."

I can hear the sheets rustled on the other line.

"Eight?" he asks, confused. "Oh, I am not in New York right now."

What? He left already?

"Where are you?" I frown.

"Back home in Turin." It's only three days and he's already in another continent? Daddy's real busy.

"Without me?" It's out and unfiltered.

I can hear a smirk in his voice. "The jet is always ready for you, baby."

Ugh, rich people shit.

"Thanks for the roses and gift, by the way, but I don't think I deserve it." I inspect my nails, feeling the urge to redo them red.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Then it's all yours."

It's not a new thing. Men got me gifts everytime. I am usually shameless, but now I am kinda reluctant. I don't know what about it.

Maybe because it feels like I sell my soul to the devil.

"Tell me, Mr. Spencer, has anybody ever told you no?" I question in pure curiosity. My thoughts are jumbled and incoherent.

"Never." He replies flatly in a heartbeat.

"Do you mind if I break the records?"

There's a long ass pause I almost think he hangs up on me.

"You're calling just to tell me no?" He utters in disbelief.

"Don't be mad at me."

He ignores it. The man is already mad. "I need to meet you in person. Can you fly to Turin?"

Is he kidding?

"You're really insistent, aren't you?" I voice it out loud. He probably narrows his eyes at my words right now.

"I can be." His answer is short and cold.

"What if I say no?"