Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

|Love In Captivity|

ROBERT

Cigarette smoke wafted down the corridor and into the cell where I'd been confined.

My cuffed hands reflexively went to my nose, attempting to block out the stench but to no avail. My lungs were burning, and a gag formed in my throat.

One day. It'd only been one goddamned day since everything had gone to shit. I'd gotten arrested and locked in a place I'd sworn never to step feet in again—a place filled with the memories of some of my worst nightmares. Oh, but I was on the verge of insanity. I was going crazy.

Even though my cell was luxurious by jail standards, I couldn't breathe or sleep.

There were two windows with a thin curtain that let in natural light. A vanity table and a broken mirror sat to one side. A little closet stood next to it, and it held nothing but the toiletries a guard would bring me every morning.

The bed was also really comfy, with thick cotton sheets, a soft blanket with a pleasant scent, and pillows that supported my head as I leaned back on them.

Overall, the room was quite comfortable, but with money, anything was possible. And in my case, it included this cell, with its bed and decent food—a stark contrast to what other criminals were entitled to. It was a mockery of what I'd been accustomed to over the years.

The sound of approaching footsteps drew my attention away from the window. I heard keys rattling together outside my door and a loud 'ding' as someone unlocked it.

Two guards entered the room when the hefty metal door swung open. They wore rumpled uniforms—dark blue trousers and old boots - and looked shabby. They also had pistols strapped to the sides of their right arms, and their stoic facial expressions gave nothing away.

One of the guards came to a halt a few feet away from me, held up what appeared to be a ballpoint pen, and then spoke, his tone solemn.

"Mr. Clarke, you've got a visitor."

"A visitor?" I raised my brows, wondering who it could be. My lawyer? No, he'd been by already and wouldn't be back until tomorrow to finalize my provisional bail request. So, I wasn't expecting anyone.

Except...my eyes widened.

"Renee." I said quietly, just as the guard spoke up again. "Mr. Clarke, if you would please follow us. We'll take you to her."

Her. The visitor was undoubtedly female, and my gut twisted into knots.

Renee was here. Without a doubt, to ask questions I most likely couldn't answer. Or rather, questions I didn't want to answer.

She was the last person I wanted to see right now. Why? I couldn't stomach looking at her. I couldn't bear to look into those brown eyes I adored without feeling a piercing, scorching ache. The mere sight of her would make my misery worse. It would cause me more pain. More agony. More anguish than the loss of my freedom.

"Fuck!" I said under my breath, staring at the ground and clenching my fists so hard they turned white.

My breathing became more rapid as a feeling of panic overtook me. I closed my eyes tightly, praying for this horrible feeling to go away.

"I'm such an asshole." I muttered to myself. "A fucking asshole. What on earth was I thinking? That she wouldn't co—"

"Did you say something, Mr Clarke?" The guard, who was still several feet away, inquired.

I blinked, opened my eyes and mouth to respond, but snapped it shut.

"Mr Clarke?" The guard spoke again, stepping closer. "Is something wrong?"