CHAPTER ONE
Addison
Part of me felt as though I shouldn't be here in the first place, but the other part of me knew that this was exactly where I needed to be. I was tired of always behaving like a proper Little and never getting any attention from Daddies. So, even though I had never been to a bar before, I figured it was about time that I did so that I could try to get myself out there and find somebody to be with.
One-night stands were never for me, especially since I hated the idea of following a complete and total stranger home, but at this point, it was better than nothing. How else was I supposed to find a daddy if I couldn't find anybody to be with in the first place? It just didn't make any sense.
"I think you're crazy," Carol said as she looked around the dance floor. "Just because everybody else was able to find a Daddy in our friend group doesn't mean that you should be coming to bars and things like this so that you can try to find a Daddy. There are better ways to know." I raised an eyebrow as I turned to look at her, feeling a bit annoyed at the fact that she was playing around the way she was.
Lily and Elaine had been two of my best friends ever since we were in grade school, but neither of them seemed to have time for Carol and I anymore. Instead, they were always spending time with their new Daddies, who were some of the richest men in the city. Normally I would have left town and tried to make a life for myself, but considering how many big corporations were around here, I already figured that if they could find a rich Daddy, then I could too. That's why I have been stubbornly staying in the city all this time.
Of course, I knew that money wasn't everything in this world, but I knew that it helped out a lot, especially when it was getting more and more expensive just to live these days. I was tired of always having to work for a CEO I didn't even really like and wanted to find something better in my life since I still couldn't get into the university so that I could get my degree in teaching. I figured that trying to find somebody who at least cared about me was enough
"Why do you have to be such a downer?" I shouted over the music, trying to be heard as I reached for my drink. "We came here to have fun, and that's what we plan on doing. Lighten up and have some fun already. " Turning my attention back towards the dance floor, I took inventory of everybody who was there.
It appeared to be a slim pickings that night, but at this point, I was more concerned with losing my virginity than with finding a forever relationship.Daddy I already knew that as soon as I lost my virginity and got a good idea of the concept of sex, I would be able to entice any man the way a woman should. It was just a matter of knowing what men wanted.
The part that I was worried about was the fact that everybody was so young in this bar. I knew that if I went to the bar clear across town in the richer area, I would see more older men, like what I preferred from a father, than the younger men, but I didn't have enough cab fare to make it from that part of town, so instead I decided that I was going to go someplace a little more local.
Surprisingly enough, there was one person in the crowd who looked to be about my type. He was tall and buff, but he wore a business suit the same way almost every young man in that bar did. He looked like he had just gotten off work and I could see the hints of gray in his hair as he stood there under the blue light next to the bar. A smile started to spread across my face as I turned to look at Carol, who still looked a bit uncomfortable as she stood there
"If you want to head back to the apartment, I won't keep you here," I told her gently, as I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'll text you as soon as I am on my way back to the apartment. If you don't hear from me by ten o'clock tomorrow morning, call me." She nodded her head vigorously before disappearing into the crowd, heading towards the door, while I turned my attention back towards the man who was sitting at the bar.
I could tell that he would be just as interested in me as I was in him. Swinging my hips from side to side, I made my way across the floor from the table I had been sitting at the bar, my mind racing as I tried to consider what to say to him once I actually arrived. Something in the back of my mind was telling me that I already knew the man, but I didn't recognize him in the light of the bar, so I decided to ignore it as I approached
"Can I get a cocktail please?" I asked the bartender as soon as I arrived, deciding it would be better to ask for a drink than to talk to the man outright.
It wasn't that I had completely lost my courage. It was more along the lines of I didn't know how to start the conversation with him. The bartender immediately set to work on the drink, and I saw the man raise an eyebrow out of the corner of my eye.
"A cocktail?" he asked as he turned his full body towards me, looking me up and down with hungry eyes. "That's a first. Normally, all the other women that come here prefer martinis or beer." I shrugged as I accepted the drink from the bartender.
"I don't like to pretend I like something that I don't," I said before taking a sip of my drink. "I'm not here to impress anybody. Instead, I'm just here to have fun." He chuckled as he tilted his head at me.
"What's your name?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious as he spoke. Despite the fact that I knew that it was dangerous to give him my actual name, I didn't see any harm at this point as I offered him my hand to shake.
"Addison," I informed him, "but you can call me Addie."
CHAPTER TWO
Roger
I didn't know which was more amusing: the fact that my personal assistant was here at a bar clearly looking for trouble or the fact that she didn't even recognize me in the light of the bar. Of course, I recognized her right away and found my curiosity peaked as I watched her from across the room. Part of me had always wanted to be with her and make her mine, but the other part of me was already trying to convince me that this was already a very bad idea.
All I wanted was to find a good Little and settle down with my life. I was tired of always finding fake Littles who would pretend to be whatever I wanted them to be and never actually let their true color show until after they had either cheated on me or left me for a younger man. I was tired of the fakes and wanted the real thing, even if it was a bit unorthodox. This was my perfect opportunity to see what kind of woman she really was.
"Addie," I said, as I contemplated her words. "That's a very pretty name. I really like it." She raised an eyebrow at me as she sipped from her cup once more. Her ruby red lips stained the straw as she did so.
"Might I know your name?" she asked, and I felt the panic start to rise inside me, wondering if it was a good idea to actually tell her that I was her boss.
"I actually prefer to keep my name secret when first meeting people," I decided after a long pause. "Normally, once people find out who I am, they try to use me in order to gain money, power, connections, you name it. I would rather meet somebody while they don't know who I am and learn who they truly are rather than deal with people who are fake just because they know who I am." She considered this for a moment as she put her drink down on the counter.
"So you're rich then?" she asked as she tilted her head to the side. I chuckled as I nodded my head and sipped my beer, curious as to where this conversation was about to go.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," I told her as I set my drink down next to hers. "You would have to get to know me in order to find out the truth." She looked genuinely curious as she stared up at me, considering everything I had just said to her. After a long silence, the bartender brought over her bill for her drink, and I pulled out my wallet.
"It's on me, Jamie," I said as I tossed the cash onto the bar counter. Jamie, the bartender, picked up the bills, counted them, and made his way over to the cash register as I turned my attention back towards Addie. "I think I should be heading home. I've got a long day of work ahead of me tomorrow and I want to get my rest." She pouted as she turned to face me, exposing every curve of her body as she tried to tease me.
"Do you have to go now?" she asked as her lower lip quivered while she stared up at me with puppy dog eyes. "We could always take this somewhere else and maybe get to know each other a bit better. What are you saying, Daddy?" I was amazed at the fact that she had used the term so lightly in public, almost as if she was testing me to see if I was truly a Daddy or not, but I didn't care.