Possessive Daddy

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Lisa's POV

"Who is there?" A very familiar voice called out. I frown, waiting for the person to reach the kitchen.

Then I saw her. Jennie.

Son of a fuckin' bitch! It's not a bear. It's just a kitten. A kitten owns this house. Well, that explains the expensive interior.

Wait, does she really own this? The house is small and Kims never settles for small.

"Lisa?" She gasped, looking utterly shocked to see me. Like she didn't expect me to be here. Of course she did not. She did not talk to me after I revealed her mother's secret. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you," I said, standing straight as I wore a cold face.

"Well, you found me. You can go now," She opened the door and I rose an eyebrow at her. She gesture for me to go out, wearing a bored expression.

I can't help but let out a laugh. She looks at me like I had grown two heads, but I don't care.

"You're coming with me, kitten." I tell her, walking to her. She shakes her head, no.

"No one is coming with you, mister. Now get out," she tried to push me to the door, but sorry for her, I'm much stronger and much taller than her petite frame.

"Okay then, we'll stay here. It's night already anyways," I shrug, closing the door as she tries and fails to get me out.

"No! You can't stay here!" She tells me, already mad.

"And why not?" I asked as I turn around to face her.

"Because I'm saying so! You're not welcome here!" She says, throwing her hand in the air, frustration clearly written all over her face. I swear, Kims get frustrated easily.

"And who's welcome here?" I crossed my arms.

"No one," she says, still pushing me. I grabbed both of her hand with my right one and smiled down at her.

"Let's get to sleep before the owner comes," I pat her hear and dragged her to the room.

"What do you mean owner? I own this house," she deadpans, struggling.

"You own this? Jennie Kim living in this small house?" When I said that, it's like something snapped in her. She looks so mad as she successfully loosened the grip. But there's something else at the very back of her eyes. It's like, hurt. She looks offended.

"You don't believe that the youngest Kim can live in a small house like this? Get out off this small house then," she pointed at the door, glaring at me.

"I'm just asking, you know. You don't need to be offended," I frown at her. Why is she so emotional? I never said anything so offending, did I?

"Get out, please."

I sighed and hugged her. Locking her hands for her not to hit me.

"I just asked, calm down." I whisper, drawing circle on her back in attempt to calm her raging nerves.

"I am calm," she tells me and I let go.

She didn't look at me and got in bed. I just stood there, looking at her. She's just in a gray shirt, which stops just below her butt and yoga pant cover her legs.

"I've never seen you in that kind of clothing," I point out.

"That's the point of being here," she groans, sounding like she doesn't want to talk abd I'm forcing her to do so.

Oh!

"So, you're that?" I point at her clothes – not in a judging way.

"I'm me all the time, just different."

"What do you mean just different," I asked again.

"That's none of your business, so get out of here and don't you dare to tell anyone where I am." She growls.

I rolled my eyes and started to unbuckle my belt.

"The heck are you doing?" She snapped her head to me after hearing the clinging metal while I attempted to remove my belt.

"Getting ready for bed," I simply said with a smile. There's nothing more fun than teasing an angry kitten.

I slid beside her on the queen size bed and pulled her to me. Her back press to my front.

She slapped my arm that's wrapped around her front, but I did not let go. I refuse to let go.

"Just go, what do you want?" She says under gritted teeth and I find it weird and upsetting that I was turned on because of that.

"You," I whisper, pressing my hardness on her back. She stops struggling, but she shot forward, away from my erection. I finally let go.

"Go away, I can't give you what you want," she glares, which made me smile more.

"Why are you so grumpy, kitten?" I teased, laying on my back. Why am I enjoying this again?

"Just go away," she rolled her eyes, leaving the room. While she's gone, I let my eyes roam in the room.

I still can't believe Jennie would live in this small house. I'm not judging it, because it's beautiful. But it's small, and she's a Rebacca Kim blood.

"Jennie?" I yell, putting my arms under my head. I still have an erection and I thanked myself that I took off my pants, or else it will suffocate my member.

"What?" She grumble, getting in again and slidding beside me, leaving a few spacebetween us.

"Why are you here?"

"This is my house, you, why are here here?" She says with so much attitude. But I don't care about that now.

"No, I mean. Is there a story behind this?" I asked, looking at her sitting form.

"That's none of your business, now go."

She tries to shoo me away again, but I saw something in her face.

"What is it, Jennie?" I press.

"My father, does that answer your question?" She look at me, her eyes emotionless. There are walls blocking me to see the emotions playing behind it.

"What about your father?" I press deeper.

"Fine, you can sleep here. Just stop asking," she tells me, laying down beside me.

I sigh as I collected her in my arm. Guess I won't find anything tonight. But whatever it is about her father, she must cherish it a lot.

I touched her still flat stomach, rubbing circles using my thumb.

"Just sleep, there's still nothing in there," she grumbles as she swat my hands away. She's upset with something I don't understand and I am too happy with the idea of having another child – which I wish she wouldn't abort – so I just wrapped my arms around her and drifted to sleep.

Chapter end