Be My Daddy |18+|

6.

No man can keep me together
Been broken since I was born
—Lana Del Rey/Pawn Blue Shop

We have fancy dinner on the yacht. My one-shoulder Missoni dress flowing around my calves perfectly. The calm breeze humms against my skin. The night is darkly clear.

We're sitting at the round table for two. A waiter serves us a bottle of wine as we wait for the food. Which, by the way, is cooked by a professional chef.

Yeah. Only the riches can relate. I would never.

I smile contently, looking around my surroundings in awe.

"What's that smile for?" He pulls me out of my musings. I drift my eyes back to him.

It's a usual sight of him in a dress shirt and navy slacks, so is it possible that this man's only got hotter?

"I get a hot date." I reply casually, sipping my wine with my eyes still locked on him.

He gives me a cheeky smile. "You happy here?"

"I am." I nod.

Our food arrives, interrupting our conversation. It's a French cuisine, I think. With fancy food plating and all. The chef took his job too seriously.

We eat our food in silence. The lamb tastes so delicious. Dave nods his head in acknowledgement, obviously enjoying the food. It pairs greatly with the wine.

"Tell me, Violet, what do you like to do in your leisure time? Any hobbies?" He questions after awhile. It almost catches me off guard. For a week I have spent with him, we rarely discuss something personal.

"Hobbies? Hmm, I only do boring stuffs, like watching Netflix all day, online shopping, reading novels... I never got out of the house." I tell him honestly. Which I don't know why. Probably because it's been long since I had a decent conversation.

"Why not?"

"Social life drains me." I shrug. Again with honesty. He sits back on his chair, watching me quietly. "What? Is it shocking?"

"Not gonna lie, I kind of pictured you as a party girl before." He says, raising his eyebrow.

I smirk. "And here I thought you did a whole background check on me, daddy."

"Only the basic knowledge." He drinks his wine.

"Nightclubs aren't really my thing." I admit. He frown as if I just fed him bullshit.

"Why? You're still young. You should have more fun."

"Oh, I have my own version of fun." My eyes are glinted in amusement. Right, like fucked older men.

"You naughty girl." Those lips curl up as he shakes his head.

We finish the food and the same waiter is quick to collect our plates. Not long after that, he's back to serve me a dessert, crème brûlée in a ramekin. Only for me.

"Are you tellling me you're not a fan of crème brûlée?" I ask as we're both alone again.

"Just dessert in general."