SEVENTEEN, duncan shepherd

EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
POWER

Cindy managed to locate an acceptable outfit after searching through the walk in closet and drawers of the bedroom called hers in Duncan's apartment. Letting her blonde hair loose, it stopped right at her shoulder blades. Her white shirt with black stripes was tucked into a pair of black pants. The look was completed with a few gold rings, necklaces, and a pair of white Balenciagas.

Grabbing her Chanel purse, the girl threw her wallet into it. Quickly giving herself a once over in the mirror, she left the room. Walking down the stairs, she entered the kitchen. Sitting on one of the barstools, she took out her phone, and texted Alexandria.

CINDY:
Ready.
Where are you?
10:06 AM

LEXI BABY.🧚🏼‍♀️
Five minutes.
10:10 AM

"Don't you look pretty, baby." Duncan spoke, his charming voice announcing his presence. Spinning around in her seat, the teenager saw the man standing in the doorway, leaning nonchalantly against the wall. He wore an Armani suit that had to be one of a kind, specially made for him.

Her pale cheeks turned bright red with color and a smile appeared on her lips. Butterflies seemed to find their way into her stomach, like always. "Thank you, Duncan."

"Daddy." He corrected her, shaking his head after tsking her. "You know I like when you call me daddy."

"Thank you, daddy."

He smirked, loving the way the word dripped like honey from her lips. Her golden hair was like a halo but every time she called him that, he wanted to deprive her of her innocence.

The man repositioned himself so he was standing in between her legs, his hands on her hips. "Why are you so dressed up, pretty girl?"

"I'm supposed to go shopping with Alexandria. She's going on a trip to Italy with her family and she wanted help picking out a new wardrobe for the occasion." The teenager explained, her hands finding his, and resting on top.

"Take my card in case you see anything you want." He said, pulling away, and rummaging through his coat pockets until he found his designer wallet. Everything the man owned seemed to be designer. Pulling out a black metal card, he placed it on the counter.

The teenager's jaw fell open, a shocked expression on her face. She had been expecting his card to be green or red... not black. Surrounded by the top 1% of America, the girl had grown up hearing stories about a black card that only a few high rollers owned. She had never seen one, almost believed they were fake. But here Duncan Shepherd was just handing his over to her. 

He chuckled at her reaction and just shook his head at her. "It's a charge card so don't worry about running out of money. If you find something you like, just swipe it. That's all there is to it."

She reluctantly grabbed the card and slid it into her purse, not fully trusting herself with it. She was prone to losing things and this was the last thing she needed to misplace. "What are you doing today?" She asked him, truthfully curious about what the day to day activities of a man such as himself was like.

"I'm meeting with a CEO of a technology company. He's a possible partner for the new app the Shepherd Foundation is planning to launch." Duncan explained, not caring to go into too much detail.