ON HOLD 18+ | "you are such an angel baby, it breaks me that you think otherwise."
Micheal Weasley is a 29 year old daddydom who is perceived as a stuck up, mean self centered mafia boss.
He lives the life of many people, a owner of many nightclubs...
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" They say loving you is a sin. But I can't help but love what's mine." -
" wake up my princess."
The four words that may be considered as a beautiful gesture to wake someone yet caused Ariana to freak out.
Ariana eyes shot open after hearing the unrecognizable voice, it was deep and raspy but whoever it was spoke so calmly and soft.
She turned in the semi cramped up space to adjust herself and sit up straight. The room was lit up and the sun shined through the curtains , notifying her that it was morning.
Her surroundings were unusual and babyish, childish, nothing like her bedroom that she had slept in the night before.
A sleeping teddy bear was painted on the wall just across from her and right below it was a wooden rocking chair and a tall white bookshelf.
When realizing that she was trapped in not only a random bedroom but a crib her hands began to sweat and panic ran all throughout her body.
" baby I'm right over here." Michael stood just a few feet behind her. He walked up and placed his hands on the high bars of the crib.
Ariana jumped at the his voice and turned to look over at him. He stood tall with slick curly hair , he was dressed fancy in suit pants and a white dress shirt.
Confusion and worry was the only thing on her mind, she had no idea who he was or where she was.
" who the hell are you and where am I ?!" she yelled out and scooted back far away from him, She began to panic as she looked around once more.
There were locks on everything, including the doors.
Michael raised his eyebrows in response as he leaned down to move a strand of her dirty blonde hair from her eyes. " now now princess , we'll have to correct that use of language now aren't we?"
She scrunched up her nose and moved her face away from his rough hand." fuck you, you sick fuck!"
He was a bit taken back by her words but it was nothing new from what he heard from her before. "that's strike two baby. Be a good girl and Calm down for daddy." He tried to be gentle but stern," if you calm down daddy will let you out, can you do that for me?"
When hearing that she had a sudden chance to escape she nodded her head, breathing out to adjust and remain calm.
" daddy wants to hear your words, use your big girl voice." He edged her on, encouraging her more so.
She looked up at him with her blue eyes, feeling nothing but grossed out with him and the daddy kink. " yes..I'm calm now." She answered in a low but shaky voice.
Within a few seconds he picked her up from the crib, leaving behind the animal covered blanket that she was wrapped up in.
She was dressed in a onesie and her hair was just in a messy ponytail that Michael failed to put in.
