You took something you weren't supposed to take.
Curiosity got the best of you.
You just wanted to feel what everyone else talked about—what it would be like.
So you did it.
And now, here you were—walking into his office, craving more of him like it was the only thing keeping you breathing.
You climbed into his lap, pressing soft kisses to his neck.
"Not now, doll," he said, gently pushing you away.
"Why?" you whined, lips grazing his skin again.
"Because I'm fucking busy right now," he growled through gritted teeth, irritation rising.
"But I need you..." you whispered, kissing his neck again, desperate for his attention.
He pulled back sharply, narrowing his eyes.
"What the fuck? This is the fifth time we've fucked today. What did you do—take a Viagra or some shit?"
Silence.
Your guilt was written all over your face.
His expression darkened as realization hit.
"You took a fucking Viagra?"
You looked down, unable to meet his eyes.
"I just wanted to see what it felt like..."
He stared at you like he didn't recognize you.
"Huh," he scoffed, shaking his head. "If I'd known that, baby, I wouldn't have touched you. I would've let you suffer."
"I'm sorry—" you started, but he cut you off.
"I don't want to hear it, little girl."
His tone dropped, hard and cold.
"Where the fuck did you even get it from?"
"Some girl at the club," you said, barely above a whisper.
He stood up, eyes flashing with anger.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're taking drugs from strangers now?"
"I just wanted to—"
"I don't give a fuck!" he roared, his voice loud and sharp enough to make you flinch.
The room went dead silent.
You stared at him, your eyes welling up with tears. He stared back, chest rising and falling, trying to calm the storm building inside him.
"Daddy, I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I promise. It was stupid, I know—it was so dumb. I'm sorry," you cried, voice cracking as tears spilled down your cheeks.
"Get the fuck outta my face," he muttered, turning his back to you.
You took a shaky breath. "Are you mad at me?"
He didn't turn around.
"Nah," he said coldly. "Just fucking disappointed."
Your heart sank.
Anger, you could take.
Yelling? You were used to that.
But disappointment? That shattered something inside you.
You were his little girl.
And for the first time, you let him down.
