Once the waitress left, I watched Levi checking out her ass and sulked even more. It reminded me of all those times I saw him fucking somebody else. All those girls, pretty, young girls who looked so very much like me. I was so jealous of every single one of them. I wanted him to pick me instead.
“What?” he asked me defiantly, and I stuck my bottom lip out. “Oh come on, princess. Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“You’re here with me, not her,” I said defensively, motioning towards the waitress who kept sneaking looks at us. “Can’t you pay attention to me instead of that girl?”
“You’re my stepdaughter,” he reminded me sternly.
“So?” I purred. “I’m eighteen, in case you haven’t noticed.”
I stuck my tits out and he stared at me, my eyes daring him to look down. I had to give it to the old man, he was stubborn as a bull. He kept his gaze on mine for several excruciatingly long seconds before glancing at my pert nipples, then back at the menu.
“You’re going to get yourself in trouble, Amanda,” he told me softly.
“I hope so,” I giggled. “I’m always looking for trouble.”
He glanced at me, his eyes crinkling with laugh lines. God, he was fucking handsome.
“I think you are trouble, period,” he laughed. “Now come on. Tell me everything. What’s going on with my princess? And talk to me about Kendall too.”
“Why do you want to know about Kendall?” I asked innocently.
“Well, you two are close,” he said thoughtfully, just as the waitress arrived with our orders.
He didn’t even glance at her this time around, instead keeping his eyes firmly fixed on me, his laugh lines showing. He was trying so hard not to stare it made me giggle before I dug in.
“What did you get for me?” I asked him, ignoring the topic from before. “It looks yummy, Daddy.”
He flinched every-fucking-time I called him that.
“Honeycomb,” he said. “I think you’ll like it. Dig in, tell me if it’s good.”
I scooped a big spoon of ice cream into my mouth and rolled my eyes with pleasure when I tasted the caramel and sweet, delicious honey.
“I love it, Daddy,” I said, licking my pouty lips at him.
He looked at me over the cup of his own ice cream.
“Come on, Mandy,” he said placatingly. “Don’t play games with me, princess. Talk to me.”
“What would you like to know?” I asked him innocently. “I thought you and Kendall were close.”
“Well, you know,” he said, shrugging awkwardly. “Not as close as we used to be. Both you girls are growing up now and I really don’t get to spend as much time as I’d like with either of you. I guess I just feel as if we’ve grown apart a little.”
“I see,” I said thoughtfully.
My tongue lapped at the spoon as I stared at him. Levi was having trouble keeping his eyes off my mouth and I fucking loved it. I would never get sick of men falling at my feet just because I knew exactly how to work them.
“I guess it’s hard to see it that way for me,” I said slowly, accentuating every word and licking my lips in between. Levi was mesmerized, his spoon hovering above his own sundae as he stared at me.
“Why is that, princess?” he asked me curiously, and I sucked my spoon clean before putting it back into my cup.
“I guess because you popped her cherry,” I shrugged. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. “You know, I guess I just thought you guys were closer than ever now that you’ve fucked her pretty little pussy.”
“Amanda,” he barked at me over the table, leaning towards me. His eyes were panicked, his breaths coming so fast. “You don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about. What the fuck do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean,” I smiled prettily at him, licking up another spoon of honeycomb ice cream. “You did fuck her, didn’t you, Daddy? Did you fuck your little girl?”
“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed at me.
He stared at me while I grinned at him before holding his head in his hands. He looked fucking scared, and I loved that I’d made him feel that way all by myself.
“You have no idea,” he repeated again. “No fucking clue what you’re doing here, Mandy. How dare you insinuate that I–”
“Save your breath,” I rolled my eyes. “Kenny told me everything. You know as well as I do I’m her bestest friend. More like the only friend she’s ever had.”
“Amanda,” Levi said roughly. “You have to stop talking about this shit. You can’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t,” I said in a voice as sweet as my honeycomb sundae.
Levi breathed a sigh of relief, looking up at me as I licked the corners of my lips.