Daddy | h.s

Chapter 4

Khloe's POV:

I raised an eyebrow at him, before I pulled on my clothes, "sorry, daddy." I mocked, and he playfully scoffed.

"Don't say it now, you'll turn me on, and we'll just need another round."

I rolled my eyes, and sat up then quickly began putting on my clothes, "just text me, I guess." I looked at him, and he nodded.

"Okay. FaceTime too, do you have an iPhone?" He looked at me, and I nodded as well.

"Yeah, but I might not pick up." I smirked, and opened the back of the car, then climbed out.

"You better, or I'll find you." He said, his tone deep.

"Okay." I said in the same voice, before stepping out of the vehicle, "it was nice meeting you, Harry." I began walking to my dad's car.

"You too!" He called out and waved, then went to the front of his vehicle, and sped off.

I opened the trunk of my dad's car, and opened the cooler as well. I pulled out the milk to make sure it's still cold. I put it back in, since it was, and shut it. I went to the front of the car, then began driving back home.

Once I arrived, I got out, and took the milk inside with me. I walked into the kitchen, only to be greeted by my parents eating dinner.

"What took you so long?" My mum asked, and I put the milk away, noticing another one. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"The line up was long at the store." I said, turning around to look at them.

"I was just there. It was dead as a desert." She said, and I sat down at the table.

"We must have gone to a different one then." I looked at her.

"What one did you go to?"

"The one on the lane." I said.

"So did I."

"I mean, the one just past it. I always get those mixed up, sorry." I said, and looked down at the food.

Chilli.
Gross.

I picked up my spoon, then took a scoop as my phone began buzzing.

"Turn that off, Khloe." My dad said, and I pulled it out, noticing a few picture messages from Harry. I held the power button then slid my finger across the screen, before putting it down on the table.

"What really took you so long?" My dad asked, and looked at me, as I began eating.

"I told you, it was busy."

"It doesn't take that long to get a bag of milk."

"It did though."

"We're you with a boy?" My dad raised an eyebrow, and looked at me, putting his spoon down. I looked over at him.

"Not unless you mean the cashier. He was nice, but that's -"

"Mark, you mean?" My mum gasped.

"What?"

"I thought he was trustworthy." She shook her head, "but to our own daughter? Horrible."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, raising my voice.

"Darling, the sweat marks are visible on your cheek."

My eyes widened, and I quickly wiped it, "that's because I got into an argument-"

"No more excuses. To your room, now." My dad stood up, and I did too. I picked up my phone, then scurried into my room.

I sat down on my bed after shutting the door, with a frown.

I looked down at my phone, and texted Harry before seeing any of his messages.

Me: I got busted :(

Unknown: haha!

Me: that means we can't see each other anymore. Haha to you >:(

Unknown: look at the messages above, and we'll see about that.

I could read the smirk he has on the other side of the phone. I scrolled up, and looked at the pictures. Shirtless, pantless, seductive, anything a girl would ask for.

Fuck.

I gotta admit, that did turn me on.

Me: looked at it

Unknown: aaaaaand?

I quickly went to my contacts and changed his name to: Harry.

Me: aaaaand your hot.

Harry: I've heard that many times before.

Me: ha-ha

Harry: I need another round, I'm horny.

Me: already?!

Harry: yes. Come over?

Me: can't, I'm already busted.

Harry: pleeeeease, it hurts :(

He sent me a picture of his boner, and I bit my lip.

Me: I'll see what I can do.

Harry: you're definitely daddy's girl ;)

{Please leave a vote, and comment when you'd like me to update next :)}