Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel, Rebel Wild [top 10 most read books in the world .TXT] 📗

have them for rainy weather, but I just knew she forgot my birthday was in June. I called her on it and she got pissed off, saying how could she have forgotten when she was there. She was full of it. I knew she was knocked out on drugs the whole damn time.

“Foxy, you’re going to be late,” Dad yelled to me from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at that stupid nickname he gave me when I was a baby. It was after some seventies disco band. He actually wanted to name me Foxy. Good thing Mom didn’t let him.

“I’m coming,” I yelled back, stuffing my calculus book in my bag and grabbing my phone. I tried my best to slick my hair down in the ponytail I had it in, but it was no use. “Whatever,” I said to it as I grabbed my jacket from where I’d tossed it on my chair the night before. “I hate my hair.” I tried not to touch the pimple that felt like it was about to pop right in the middle of my forehead. It was so big, the concealer I was wearing couldn’t even begin to cover it. My period was about to start. I always got these huge-ass zits when I was about to start bleeding and the stupid birth control pills weren’t helping.

“Good morning,” Daddy said when I joined him at the breakfast table.

“Instant oatmeal again.” I groaned.

“It’s your own fault,” he said. “If you would have gotten up on time, you could have helped with breakfast. So now, you’re just going to have to suffer through your old man’s cooking.”

“Excuse me for having to study for a stupid pop quiz today,” I said. “And you shouldn’t have let Hazel go on vacation. You could have at least found someone to come in and cook for us.”

“That’s what I have you for.”

“Whatever,” I told him with a roll of my eyes as I checked my social media page.

“How is it a pop quiz when you already know about it?” He took my phone from me and put it on the counter.

“Because my math teacher is an idiot.” I picked it back up again and put it in my bag before sitting down. He plopped a stiff spoonful of oatmeal on my plate. “Do you like feeding this garbage to your only daughter?” I said as I stuck my spoon in and out of the oatmeal. It was like glue. “You know I’m trying to go vegan,” I said, picking at the sausage patty he put on my plate.

“I didn’t mean to tempt you. Let me help you out,” he said, reaching for my sausage so he could eat it.

“No, you don’t.” I smacked his hand before he could take it.

He chuckled at me while picking up his ringing phone.

“Work calls,” he said. He gulped his coffee before getting up from the table.

“Is Mr. Garrett going to give you time off for my birthday?” I asked him. “Or is he going to be a total ass like he was on Christmas?”

“Criminals don’t stop to rest on Christmas and the DA’s office doesn’t either.”

“He was a Scrooge and you know it. If you can’t make my party, I’m going to give him the finger next time I see him.”

“I’d almost miss your party just to see that.” He laughed. “But it’s already approved, pumpkin.” He kissed the top of my head. “Don’t be late for school.”

“If you’d buy me my car, I wouldn’t be.”

“If I bought you that car, you’d never make it to school.”

“There are only a few weeks left, you know? It’s not like it matters anymore.”

“Apparently, the attendance office didn’t get the memo. They keep leaving me messages, so be on time,” he said, from over his shoulder as he walked out of the room. “And don’t forget your keys.”

“Whatever.” I broke off a piece of my sausage. “Sabotage,” I said as I ate it. I ate half the bowl of the oatmeal before I dumped it. I looked at the time. If I left right at that moment, I could have made it to first period. I looked around for my keys and groaned when I realized I’d left them upstairs. “I’m never going to make it on time,” I said as I ran back up the stairs.

Back then, all I wanted was to be done with high school. Now, all I want is to turn back time. Daddy was right about being an adult. It sucks.

“Have you had lunch?” Mr. Garrett asks, snapping me out of my memory.

“No, sir.”

“I’ll have Brianna make us something before we go into the playroom,” he tells me. He looks down at the paper I’ve written my required classes where I left it on my bed. “We’ll discuss your schooling then.”

Schooling? He sounds like Daddy.

“Yes, sir.”

“Miss Warren.” He looks at me with a furrowed brow. “To be clear, I have no intention of taking your virginity when we’re in the playroom tonight.”

“Oh.”

I lower my head, embarrassed. He cups my chin and lifts it, forcing me to look at him again. My eyes widen in surprise. It’s the first time he’s touched me, and it’s nothing like the touch I’ve been expecting. His hand is warm and rough, but not calloused. I can feel the strength in it.

“When I fuck you, I plan on savoring it and you’re nowhere near ready to give me what I need for that to happen.”

“Um, sir,” I start, but stop when I feel my jaw move in his hand. He raises an eyebrow in question for me to continue. “Are you going to punish me tonight?”

He shakes his head and I want to call him on it after the way he chewed me out for it earlier. He almost gives me what I’m positive is a smile before he catches himself and turns to ice again. He takes his hand from my chin and steps back, tugging at his tie again.

“Be ready to serve