My new step bro is a daddy dom

prologue

Brielle's pov

I absolutely hate staying at home all day by myself. Granted I'm enrolled in school but not actually in the building school, no it was online school. My father thought it would be too unsafe to have to go places without him here. What do I have to say to that, ' well dad if you actually cared enough to stay home for more that 48 hours at a time I would be just fine '.

Of course I would never have the guts to say that to him. I mean at least he doesn't leave me hungry. But I just want affection and attention, someone to snuggles me and bring me comfort. Therefore I blame him for my build-a-bear addiction, he wants to work all the time he can pay for the repercussions.

Father told me he's taking me out today to lunch when he gets home and to dress nice. I may be a little but I'm not naive and I'm not easily tricked like people mistakenly associate littles to be. I know he wants something or its a business meeting to look good.

Here I am getting ready being the good girl my father expects me to be. He always says ' this is not how I raised you to be ' whenever I do something wrong or mess something up. He didn't even raise me, my best friends mother did till they moved away I years ago and changed their names.

I don't hate them for it, after all they were in danger because of her stupid ex husband. Her and her son ( my bff ) moved away and we don't know where they went or even what their new names are. I've been heartbroken, neglected, and alone ever since. I just keep thinking if I do everything my father wants, exactly how he wants he'll love me again.

I pull on one of my pretty dresses I have for times like this quick is a white off the shoulder with purple lillies pattern and put my customized white air force 1s with purple butterflies. I put my hair in 2 space buns and take my fluffy white shoulder bag and throw my phone and other necessities in it. I wait for my father on the porch swing and I'm waiting for about five minutes before he pulls up.

I got it the car and asked my dad where we were going but like I suspected he ignored me. We pulled up to a fancy little brunch place and that's how I knew my dad was sucking up. He hates brunch and I love it so there is obviously something going on. We get lead to a table and low and behold there is a stunning black haired woman with dark eyes sitting there.

We sit down and I just stare at the woman till my father elbows me. I'm really trying so hard not to cry right now, I know I sound like a cry-baby but I'm really sensitive and that hurt. I go to speak when a black haired grey eyed boy comes and sits next to the woman, must be her son or something. I finally get up the courage to introduce myself, it takes a few mouth openings because I'm socially awkward ( thanks dad ).

" Ummm hi my n-name is um B-brielle its a p-pleasure to meet you " I stuttered out pathetically.