Daddy’s Little Pet

ROBERT

“Excuse me, Mr. Bradley.” I raised a finger, stepping back from the estate manager I was talking to. I walked away, bringing the ringing phone to my ear.

“Any news, Natasha?” I queried sharply, not liking that her call interrupted a critical discussion.

“Good day to you, sir.”

“Good day, Natasha. Now get on with why you called. Is there anything important you want to tell me?” I interjected sharply, not wanting any of my time wasted. Luckily, she got the hint.

“No, not at all, sir. I wanted to let you know that I got your mail last night, and I don’t understand what you asked me to do. I mean I-”

“What don’t you understand?”

“You said I should… As you said, aren’t you coming back to New York in a week?”

Ignoring her last question, I said, “I told you to transfer most of the work files to my mail. Compile the list of everything I left, and send them to me. I’ll attend to them here and work at the Orlando office until further notice. Now, do you understand?”

“What? I mean, sir. You just-”

“No questions, Natasha. Do as I asked.” I retorted bluntly, cutting her off and sighing. “I know I said my trip here would be temporary, but things have changed. The reason why I came to Orlando might take more time than I intended, and I don’t plan on changing it.” I finished and could hear her mumbles rom the other side of the phone, but she said nothing out loud.

She couldn’t counter my order, and I had the final say.

“Okay, sir. I’ll do just that.” She replied politely.

“Inform the office in Orlando of my arrival. Mark should have done this, but they’re better acquainted with you, so do it.”

“Okay, sir. I will. Any more requests?” She asked. I was silent for a moment, different thoughts running inside my head as I contemplated my next move.

“Sir?” Natasha called when I didn’t respond.

Clearing my throat, I said, “Schedule a zoom meeting with Mr. Thompson, my overhead manager, tonight. Also, tell Sally, head of HR, to contact me tomorrow in case I forget.”

“Okay, sir. Noted.”

“Good. That’s all for now. Should I need anything else, I’ll let you know. Have a good day.” I finished and hung up.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Dropping the phone in my pocket and raking my hands through my thick dark strands, I turned around from the balcony of the empty room I was standing in, only to see the realtor from earlier.

“Are you done, sir?” The bald, potbellied man asked, and I nodded.

“Okay, then. Should we continue the tour?” He asked, and I replied with a curt yes.

The mansion was a large three-story building with a wide array of intertwined rooms and suites.

In addition to the living areas and bathrooms, the whole place was equipped with bedrooms, dining rooms, two kitchens, and enough laundry facilities.

A second level included two offices on each floor, and two additional levels below that held a pool, a gymnasium, and indoor tennis courts.

After the upstairs tour, I followed the realtor downstairs to the basement, where he began explaining what each area contained and how they were used.

We encountered a corridor with a long, winding, lit-up hallway as we continued the tour. I wouldn’t have expected something like this here.

We were in the basement. But then, the mansion was so big, and I liked it already.

Stopping before a sizeable brown marble door, the agent pushed it open to reveal a full-sized ballroom filled with empty tables, clean couches, chairs, and even a grand piano.

The ceilings were high enough that I had no idea where the space ended.

One thing was for certain though. This place was perfect!

I loved the mini hall, and if it had the kind of room to suit what I had in mind, I’d be getting the-

“This is the guest hall, which has a separate entrance for visitors. There’s an underwater pool, and you see that door?” The realtor asked, pointing over at a dark door almost hidden in the corner. “That door leads to a fully furnished room, including a private bathroom and tub. It also has a built-in bookshelf, electric fireplace, and a TV with a well-equipped home theater.”

“Cool.” I murmured, and the realtor smiled at me.

“Would you like to take a look at the attached room? Or we can leave it if it doesn’t interest you that much.”

“Let’s go see it.” I said; the corner of my eyes glinting mischievously.

I had no idea why this room was calling to me, but I had to follow my gut instincts.

Hand shooting out as we approached the door, the realtor opened the room. As he kept on talking, my mind tuned him out.

Seeing the dark room made my blood run hot, illicit images instantly filling my head.

The room was spacious, with a vast mahogany four-poster bed screaming lust and mystery.

With this bed, I could imagine setting up some tools to use on Renee. There would be cuffs and restraints, perfect tools to keep a woman under control and give her pleasure. I knew that this room would come in handy during my stay here.

The things I’d do to Renee… I’d fuck her on this bed while she gripped the sheets or the headboard.

Damn! My stomach twisted into exciting knots, and I felt desire building inside me.

I would tie her up, and with the dark aura in this environment, I’d fuck her into sin.

I’d give her pleasure she never knew existed-what she craved the most.

I’d make her body writhe beneath me, my hands on her strawberry-blonde curls while I plowed from behind and she’d beg and cry for release.

With a smile, I continued picturing the scene coming into my head.

Fuck! I just had to get my hands on her and make these fantasies come true.

I didn’t care if she was still angry about our spat in Miami. I’d given her enough space, and she must’ve gotten my messages from the gifts.

She knew I was coming to get her, and buying this house was one step closer to making that dream come true.

“Sir? Sir, are you okay? Did you hear me?” The realtor asked, snapping my attention back to the present. I shook my head.

“Yeah… you were saying?” I asked, my eyes blinking as I stared at the curious-looking agent.

“I was saying this is the only place in the building without an alarm system, which might be a disadvantage. This particular room was built for privacy. You may not like it, but if you want, we could install a….”

Even more perfect! This place was the pure definition of solitude, and I could do whatever I wanted to Renee without anyone noticing.

Not that I had plans of bringing anyone else.

This property was being acquired because of her, and it’d only make sense if she were the only one to grace it.

“No! Don’t install anything.” I said sharply.

“Huh?”

“Don’t install an alarm system. It’s perfect this way. I love the privacy.” I exclaimed, my eyes twinkling as I added, “How much is the house again?”

“Fifteen million dollars. But it’s open for negotiation and-”

“I’ll take it.” I announced, not waiting for the man to finish.

I could feel his surprised stare, but I didn’t look at him. Instead, my eyes wandered around the room, a feeling of calmness filling me.

I’d just bought my first property in Orlando, and my excitement was palpable.

I was making a lifetime decision to buy this house, with a lurking secret at the back of my mind that my ex-wife and son could be in this city. But I didn’t care.

Renee and being closer to her were the only things that mattered to me and the thought of finally getting her spurred me on.

“Should I arrange the documents, and then we can schedule the minor repairs needed to get the place in order.”

“Do everything you can. I need to be in this mansion soon.” I ordered, and the realtor gave me his approval while I smiled with satisfaction.

Just one more thing to do, and I’d be closer to getting my girl.