daddy | jake gyllenhaal smut |

II

Mallory's P.O.V.

My face grows hot, and I look down at the floor. Goddammit, he's good.

He takes me by the hand, and we make our way down the staircase. More people were arriving and spilling onto the dance floor. Others were making out in corners, and some were grinding on each other.

We walked out, and we made our way back to the car.

"Are you sure you're okay to drive?" I ask again. Even though he had food and didn't drink constantly, I still want to make sure he's alright.

"Of course, princess. I could never put your life at risk," he turns on the car. "Besides, I only had like two drinks," he adds.

"Alright then."

We drive out of the facility and go downtown. Music softly plays in the background, the lights of the city glow on Jake's face. He puts his warm hand on my thigh and softly strokes it. A smile appears on my lips. This man knows my soft spots.

We pull up to a fancy-looking hotel, and he parks the car.

I look around, a little confused. "Is this the spot?" I ask.

He puts his hand on my chin and turns my face towards him. "I arranged a room for us because I knew we were going to be drinking, and the apartment is a little far. Plus, I want this night to be special," he explains.

His eyes bore into mine, making me get lost in those beautiful light eyes.

"Oh, Jake," I say, barely a whisper.

He leans in to kiss me passionately. The one where it's soft and slow like time stopping, and it's just the two of you. The one that makes you feel on fire when it's cold.

He pulled back and looked into my eyes again. "Shall we?" he asks. I nod my head, and he gets out of the car.

He leads me to the entrance of the hotel and holds the door open for me. He makes his way over to my side and opens the door for me, a hand extended out for me to take. We walk into the lobby towards the check-in desk as we wait in line behind a group of people.

Jake puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close, kissing my forehead.

I look around, trying to find the bathrooms. I need to try to get ready before the big night.

"I'll be back. I'm heading to the bathroom." I look over at him

He nods as he lets go of me. I walk off in the direction of the bathrooms, feeling his eyes burning into me. I glance over my shoulder and catch him staring, making me smile.

I head into the bathroom, stealing a glance as I pass by the mirror. Damn, I still look good. I head towards the last stall and close the door behind me.

I opened my purse and took out a small deodorant stick. I take out some perfume and apply some more on my wrists and neck. I need to smell good for the first time.

I take some deep breaths and look at the time on my phone.

11:00 pm

It's going to be a long night.

I open the stall door and walk towards the mirror. I set down my bag and grab my pink-tinted gloss to retouch. I look in the mirror and see some mascara beginning to bleed down onto my lower lid from all of the laughter. There was nothing left on my lips. I unscrew the tube of gloss and reapply.

It's going to get everywhere anyways.

I take a paper towel and gently dab under my eyes, fixing my lashes a bit as well. I put everything back into my bag and looked back up at myself.