Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

|Champagne Wishes & Love Notes|

RENEE

The silk fabric covering my eyes was tight and uncomfortable, but the anticipation of where Robert was taking me made the discomfort bearable. The sensation kept me going, and my heart pounded as I followed him with a barely restrained thrill.

He kept my body pressed against his, his arms possessively clutching my waist. Now and then, my lips would touch the back of his neck in a fleeting kiss — one that would have been more intimate if not for our current circumstances.

Nevertheless, the aroma of piney forests and lush grasses confirmed my guess - we were on the cabin grounds.

We'd left the art exhibit moments before, and in the limo, Robert pulled out a blindfold from his pocket and urged me to close my eyes.

My brows furrowed in astonishment, and I'd wanted to object, but he didn't give me the chance. Instead, smiling, he'd kissed me sweetly on the forehead and said, "This is part of something special I've prepared for you tonight, baby girl. So obey me." He finished. Before I could say anything, he deftly wrapped the fabric around my eyes.

While I adjusted to the sudden darkness, he mumbled a few words in my ear, hinting at this "great surprise," and kissed my knuckles as the limousine returned to the cabin.

A little apprehension fluttered in my breast as he walked me over the winding route, the cool evening breeze brushing against my exposed skin. At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

Was this a proposal? It would only make sense, and the thought made my heart race. A little smile formed on my lips as I envisioned Robert getting down on one knee, ring in hand, as he asked me to be his wife.

I would never have imagined this months before, and if someone had so much as suggested it, I would have dismissed them. But now? Now, as the thought settled in my head, I realized I wanted it. I wanted to be Mrs. Clarke. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man whom I adored with all of my heart. I wanted to build a family with him. A home, with our kids and—

"Renee...are you here? Are you okay?" His voice jolted me out of my reverie, startling me. My feet stilled, and I took a minute to gather myself.

"I'm...I'm here." I mumbled, my throat constricting.

"Good. We're here." He announced, and with a slight tug, he removed the blindfold.

I blinked in the face of the blinding light, and goddamn! The scene in front of me took my breath away.

Hundreds of romantic candlelit lamps lined the road leading to a table set for two, creating an almost ideal trail. Rose petals of various hues and shapes lay strewn around, creating a thick carpet of brilliant color, and the soft, flowery perfume filled the air with a lovely fragrance that tickled my nose.

Soft strains of classical music floated through the air, played by a hidden stereo inside the trees that framed the clearing, adding to the ambient setting.

This was stunning. Breathtaking.

"Robert." I whispered, blinking slowly as a memory hit me. Our first romantic date had looked like this. The candles. The flowers. The music. Everything felt the same, and the reminder brought tears to my eyes. The only difference was the setting. We'd been on a yacht going somewhere back then, but now we're in his cabin's garden.

"Did you recreate our first date on the yacht?" I was speechless, unable to take my look away.

Robert gave a nod. "Hmm, I believe I did. A bit."

"This feels nostalgic." I said, sniffing back a tear. "It's so beautiful."

"It is." He said, leaning forward and kissing me lightly before letting go of my hand. He walked toward the table and motioned for me to follow him. "Come."