Daddy’s Little Pet

TWO DAYS LATER

ROBERT

Fingers caressing the stubble on my chin, I stared straight ahead from my seat, listening to one of my investors explain his business plan to me and the other business associates in the board room.

There was a large TV projector in the room, and staring blankly at it, I decided to pay more attention to what the man was saying for a split second because I hadn’t listened intently for the past few minutes.

As usual, my thoughts had been elsewhere, thinking of Renee and wondering what she was doing.

Straightening up in my seat, I shook my head. I tried to clear my mind of a certain strawberry-blonde woman and resolved to concentrate on the investor doing the presentation.

With my gaze shifting over the man’s sturdy frame, I marveled at how different and detailed his plan was. He captured my interest already even though he wasn’t finished.

I could see the man was a genius, and listening keenly I made a mental note to speak with him privately.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

He finished his business plan, and as the projector turned off and he began to pack his briefcase, the room erupted in applause, which I heartily joined in.

Based on what I’d heard, his plan was by far the best of the investors. It was a bit rushed, but I liked it already.

“That was an excellent presentation, Mr. Zack. I’m mpressed by your suggestions. Could we speak privately after the meeting is over?” I asked, and with a brief smile, he nodded before taking his seat, and I also smiled back.

“So-” Standing up, I began to speak, but before I could finish, a feminine voice interrupted me, grabbing my attention, so I turned to see who it was.

“Good day, dear, Mr. Clark . I haven’t presented my plan yet.” I raised an eyebrow in surprise when the woman I quickly recognized as Mrs. Dallas spoke up.

‘Dear?’ Who was she calling dear?

This was a board meeting. Everyone here spoke and acted professionally, but this woman didn’t seem to get the memo.

I knew she would give me a hard time the moment I spotted her walking through the office’s revolving doors this morning.

A clear caricature of Amanda, my ex-wife. This woman spelled trouble.

From her appearance to her clothing and the flirtatious manner in which she spoke to me, I could tell she was desperate to entice me into her bed. However she wouldn’t succeed.

I ignored the obvious signs of attraction she threw my way, and I had no feelings for her.

I didn’t care about any woman but Renee and this plastic-looking chick would figure that out soon.

I sat back down, cleared my throat, and then croaked out, “Sure, miss. You’re free to show us what you’ve got.”

“Oh, I’ll certainly show you what I’ve got and be rest assured that I have plenty.” I cringed in disgust as she replied in a low, throaty voice and winked at me.

It wouldn’t do to let any investors see how I reacted, so I smiled and maintained a neutral expression.

“Very well… Show us what you have.” I said smoothly, trying not to look any more irritated than I already was. “What is it that you need to tell us first?”

“I have some wonderful ideas regarding the newest marketing strategy. If we put more funds into it, we’d yield more income for the company. If anyone has any questions, please wave while I continue to explain. You can also do whatever you want to get my attention. Whichever method works best.” She suggested with a smirk, looking around the room, and I just scoffed.

This woman made no attempt to hide her blatant sexuality and as she began demonstrating her plan on the projector screen, I noticed her little flirty antics that showed how badly she wanted my attention.

Every two seconds, she’d bend over slightly, and her full fake breasts would spill out of the lacy top between her suit shirt, drawing lustful glances from everyone in the room.

Even though the men in the room tried to avoid staring by checking their watches, she went overboard with her antics to seduce, staring me down.

I sneered inwardly.

As if her breasts spilling out weren’t enough, she’d reach forward with her palm outstretched and her fingers curled as if she wanted to grab something or call someone. Then lowering her hand again, she would attempt to adjust her skirt.

After straightening the dress, she’d resume her presentation, ensuring her breasts bounced rhythmically. With each bounce, some of the men in the room looked on with growing desire, and I couldn’t blame them.

Although she did all of this to get my attention, I gave her very little of it. At the same time, I began to think of ways to expel this woman from my board of investors.

How did she get involved with my company in the first place?

I didn’t care if she’d donated a large sum of money to whatever cause we’d agreed upon or how many shares she owned.

All I had to do was show her the way out because she was a threat to Renee. She was no threat to me, but my woman, and this I knew.

I intended to bring Renee to my office later, and she’d accompany me to my board meetings. So how would she react if this woman was present?

Or perhaps I could leave the woman alone and observe Renee’s reaction.

The thought made me chuckle, and my eyes twinkled simultaneously.

Clearing my throat, I sat upright once more, ready to listen, when my cell phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated, and I quickly checked it.

It was a text message from Renee and my heart warmed when I saw it, all rage toward a specific brunette-haired plastic doll vanishing instantly.

Was she thinking about me? I wondered what she was doing as I unlocked my phone and prepared to scroll through my text messages.

This was our first conversation of the day, and I was excited to see what she’d sent.

She was probably wondering if I’d eaten lunch or finished work, or maybe she wanted to…

“Holy shit!” I cursed aloud, and I immediately heard scuffles around me.

“Is everything all right, Mr. Clarke?”

“What’s the matter?”

“Shall we send for your…”

When I looked up from my phone, I noticed my business partners staring back at me, concerned, and I realized they’d heard me cursing.

“I’m fine. Please accept my apologies for the brief interruption. The meeting can continue.” I said sharply, dispelling the tension. With sullen expressions, they all nodded and returned to their previous focus.

“Are you paying attention to what I’ve been saying, Mr. Clarke? You appear to be distracted, and-”

“Continue, Mrs. Dallas.” I spat angrily, my jaw clenched as I shot her a stern glare that seemed to convey a message. Grumbling inaudibly, she returned to the projector and continued talking.

“Good riddance…” I muttered to myself and returned my gaze to my phone, which shone brightly.

Renee’s milky breasts and pointed nipples stared back at me from two naked photos, and my dick vibrated in my trousers.

This woman was going to be the death of me because what on earth was she doing?

Typing away sharply, I shot her a text.

Me: Whatever you seem to be doing is definitely working. Your breasts appear to require my touch, which I will provide when we meet tomorrow. But for now, I’m in a meeting and will call you later.

I returned my phone to the desk, hoping she’d get the message and not send another risque text.

Deciding to focus on the meeting, I clasped my hands together and stared straight ahead, but the device vibrated again, making me hiss under my breath.

Grabbing the phone, I smirked when I saw she’d sent a winky emoji.

Me: Don’t play with me, Renee. Please don’t send any more photos. Be a good girl and obey Daddy.

I sent another text, and before I could even lay my phone down, she replied. I rolled my eyes.

Renee: No, I won’t.

Me: What makes you think you can torture me? When we texted last night, I requested nude photos to get off, but you declined. So, what exactly is this?

Renee: I was saving the photos for today.

With the text came another photo that made me shift uncomfortably in my seat.

I considered not opening it, but my subconscious desires got the better of me, and I clicked the text open.

“Damn woman…” I stuttered and squinted as I stared at the image of her freshly shaved pussy peeking out from the green lacy panties she’d worn today. Quickly, I lowered the brightness of my screen.

My dick twitched again, and I could feel my erection rousing sharply, so I took a deep breath.

I let out a string of curses in my head, hands clenched, as I typed another quick text to her.

Me: Where the fuck are you sending me these nudes? At home? At work? Or you took these photos while dressing earlier this morning, and now you decide to taunt me?

Renee: I’m at work but in the restroom. I’ll take a sexy full photo of myself soon and send it to you.

Another flirty emoji accompanied the text, and then, as promised, she sent another photo, or rather, a video.

This time she was fully dressed, and her perfectly manicured left hand were on her thighs.

She stood directly facing a mirror, phone in hand, with plump red lips and the top two buttons of her waitress uniform open.

“This woman! This woman!” I exclaimed quietly.

Me: I’m already horny as it is, and it appears you want me to move our meeting from tomorrow to today. I could end what I’m doing right now and come get you.

Renee: You wouldn’t dare!

She texted back, and then sent another photo that had me swearing again.

Her breasts were hanging out from her shirt this time, and she was gripping them tightly, face in between as she stared straight at the camera, and my dick shot up instantly.

Me: Fuck!

I was about to send another text when Mrs. Dallas called my attention to the meeting that was still going on around me.

“Are you still listening, Mr. Clarke? I just asked for your thoughts on something and-”

“Mrs. Dallas, continue without me. Anyone can express their thoughts. I’m attending to something important on my phone.” I responded harshly, and I could tell the bratty woman didn’t like my tone, but I didn’t care.

My cell phone vibrated again, and I stared at the photos she had just sent me.

Renee: Goodbye, Daddy, and focus on your meeting. It was fun taunting you. See you tomorrow.

She sent her last text, and I gripped the device tightly, so hard that it would’ve broken.

Fuck tomorrow. I was going to see her today and right now!

“I’m sorry, everyone. Unfortunately, I have something important to attend to, and it requires my presence immediately.” I stood from my seat and faced my investors.

I could see the shock and disapproval on their faces, but they could only nod in response, and I smiled briefly.

“Thank you very much. The meeting will be postponed until Friday. See you all later, and Mr. Zack?” I called out as they began to file out of the boardroom one by one.

“Yes, Mr. Clarke.”

“I’ll schedule a private meeting with you soon, and my assistant will contact you if that’s fine by you.”

“It certainly is.” The bald man agreed, and I nodded and waved him away.

“How about us?” I looked up from the table where I’d been packing my documents.

Who else did I expect? It was Mrs. Dallas, of course, and she was staring back at me with bright green eyes that twinkled flirtatiously.

“How about us?” I repeated her question as I continued. “I dismissed everyone. What makes you any different? Today’s meeting is over.”

I reminded her once more, in case she had forgotten, but she stood motionless with a smirk, irritating me even more.

“You know, we should have a drink later and discuss it in a more private place. I’ve already instructed your secretary to set aside time for us and…” She trailed off as she took another step toward me until she stood close.

So close that I could smell her sultry, expensive as fuck perfume, and I scrunched my nose in disgust.

“I don’t do drinking.” I said, frowning and narrowing my eyes.

“Neither do I, love.” She replied flirtatiously. “However, I might make an exception for you. I apologize if this comes across as unprofessional, but…”

When she stopped talking and placed her red-painted fingers on my suit shirt, I lost it.

Without saying anything or giving her a chance to respond, I yanked her wrists off my chest and violently shoved her away.

Mrs. Dallas stumbled backward, falling to the floor with a thud and clutching her wrist as if slapped, but I didn’t mind.

“Get the hell out of my office right now. This will also be the last time I see you here. I’ll be canceling your shares and repaying you every penny you ever put into my company. I can’t believe Dallas married a woman who’d be this unprofessional.” I screamed through clenched teeth, and she stared at me in disbelief.

“You want to remove me from your board?”

“Yes, and I wouldn’t hesitate to do that.”

“You’re going to regret this, Mr. Clarke. You definitely will. I’m divorced, and you still…”

“Just get out!” I spat, pointing my hands at the door and showing her the exit. Scrambling to her feet, she picked up her bag on the table and walked away, hissing the whole time.

“Fucking good riddance!” I muttered. Giving her no glance as she exited the room, I quickly put my files in my briefcase and stormed out of the board room.

I was fucking enraged because that slimy woman reminded me of Amanda, and just thinking about her made me angry.

One person could calm me down, though, and a smile flickered atop my lips at the sole reminder that I was going to meet my girl.

As I walked briskly out of the office building, I brought out my cell phone and quickly texted her.

I would get her this bright sunny afternoon, and she would pay for the taunts she’d made me endure.

Yes, she definitely would!

Soon, just soon…