Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

|Renee's Apology|

ROBERT

Stepping inside my suite, a distinct aroma wafted through the air, instantly alerting me that something was amiss.

I frowned and closed my eyes in the dim light, attempting to figure out what this was. I sniffed deeply, my nose twitching, and finally, it picked up on a hint of something spicy.

The aroma seemed vaguely familiar, but not entirely, as I couldn't place it. It smelled exotic and pleasant, making me wonder what it was.

As the suite's electric door shut behind me with a ding, my eyes snapped open, and my heart thumped faster as the faint, but tantalizing smell intensified.

Kicking off my shoes, my hands fumbled for the nearest light switch on the wall, and I bit back a gasp as the overhead lights turned on.

"Holy fuck!" As I gaped at the sight in front of me, my fingers trembled over the switch.

A trail of roses dotted the suite's floor, each trailing a different color as it fell from a ceiling light like some abstract art piece, and their brilliant colors caught my sight.

Unlit candles glowed in their scones on every surface, warming the room. Everything appeared to be enchanting, and then I heard something else.

Soft music, mellow and beautiful, drifted in from somewhere nearby. Gentle guitar strains were mixed with a deep, smooth voice that sang gently, and the lovely tune had an otherworldly feel that sent chills down my spine.

It was as if I'd been taken into a dream or possibly a more magical realm than my brain could ever make up, and it made me question what the hell was going on. Who had done this? And why?

I had two guesses, and another chill ran through my body as I leaned toward the far more perilous thought.

Amanda. That scumbag. Was this another of her ruses? One of her intricate schemes to apologize and re-enter my life—not that I was letting her in.

She had a lot of nerves for someone who hadn't talked to me in days and was suddenly doing this. No, it was ridiculous. Amanda's style was not like this.

Intrigued yet apprehensive, I followed the rose trail gingerly, my pulse racing in my chest.

It led me to the suite's bedroom, and I stepped inside.

That's when I noticed it and her, much to my astonishment.

Scented candle scones and more roses filled every nook and cranny of the bedroom, and there she was, leaning over the bed, clad in a silk robe with black lace overtones.

Her strawberry blonde hair was mussed yet elegantly framing her face, and she was smiling that darn charming smile of hers.

My lips dried up as I glanced at the stunning and enticing as fuck woman in front of me. My woman. My Renee.

She'd been my first guess before thoughts of Amanda had invaded my senses.

I mean, I should have known that Renee was the only one capable of pulling this off.

She had a keycard to my suite and knew I wouldn't object if she came in while I was still at work, so she decided to come and surprise me.

Still, this felt strange, I mused, and a smile curled up my lips. Our last argument had been so heated, and it didn't end well, with me abandoning Renee to her vices.

We hadn't spoken since then, and I didn't bother calling because I was giving her space. She needed time to understand herself and make sense of things.

She had to cool off, clear her mind, and get over whatever reservations she had about me. So, I gave her that space, despite how difficult it was for me as well.