07

I run downstairs to see my mother at the bottom. « Kiss your father for me. » She smiles as she opens the door for me.

« Absolutely not ! » I say with a sarcastic smile as I skipped to my BMW.

•••

So I’m currently standing inside my father’s whisper-filled office building. I walk up to the reception desk, where a lady is gossiping on the phone. I clear my throat the get her attention but she just glances at me and continues talking.

« Excuse me. »

Looks.

« Excuse me, ma’am ? »

Looks.

« Bitch I know you see me ! »

She huffs and hangs up the phone. « What can I help you with little girl ? » She says giving me a fake smile.

« I’m here to see my father. » I say pointing to the bag in my hands.

« Your father is ? » She asked as she resumes her work on her computer.

« Mr. Lalorosa, Duh. »

Her eyes widen as she turns to give ne her full attention. « Oh my, Well I’m terribly sorry abo-« 

I hold my hand up to stop her, I wasn’t in the mood for bullshit. « Oh, I will be letting my father know, so pack your shit. » I say heading to the private elevator.

Hitting the top floor, I stand patiently waiting to reach my father’s office. The elevator dings, alerting me I’m here. I step out and ignore the lady who I assume is his PA, who tries to stop me from going in.

« I’m his daughter. » Is all I said before flinging open the doors.

« Dad, in here to-« 

I stop as my eyes land on him. Mr. DeLuca. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…

There he was.

His dark brown hair slicked back perfectly, as usual, His beard was gone from him shaving it. Black pants and a matching suit jacket along with a white undershirt covered his masculine figure. I licked my dry lips before continuing.

« Dad, I’ve brought you lunch. » I said as I plastered a small smile on my face and started walking towards him. I could feel Liam’s eyes burning holes into my back, I wanted to say something but I didn’t want to cause a scene.

« Chanel where are your manners ? » He says while taking the bag and reaching his hand in it.

He wants me to say something to this asshat ? Fine.

I turn my head to him giving him an innocent smile, « Good afternoon Mr. Deluca. »

His eyes roam my body and landing on my chest before coming back up to my face. « Afternoon Chanel. » He says in his husky voice, giving me a slight nod.

« Chanel daring, please do stay. I’ll be right back. » He’s holding a thermal cup, I’m guessing it’s the soup from last night. Really mom, you couldn’t have made a damn sandwich.

« Oh, dad I could take that for you ! » I replied as I reached for the container only for him to swipe it away.

« It’s fine, why don’t you keep Mr. DeLuca entertained while I’m gone. » He beamed as he headed towards the door and disappeared.

Leaving me and the devil himself alone.

« Chanel-« 

I flop down on the seat in front of my father’s desk, pulling out my phone I scroll through Pinterest looking at random shit, completely ignoring him.

« Chanel ba-« 

I stick up my middle finger as he tries to call me ‘baby’ again. « These are cute shoes. » I gushed as I examined the heels on the screen.

I hear his heavy footsteps coming close and stop right in front of me. Glancing up my eyes met his blue ones, but they looked darker. His hand grasped my chin making me look up at him. A small devilish smirk fell upon his pink plump lips.

« When I’m talking to you, you listen. Understood ? » He seethed out through his clenched perfect teeth.

« Or what, you’ll tell my dad ? » I rolled my eyes at the thought of a grown man being a snitch. What a bitch.

He chuckled darkly before pulling me out of my seat and bent me over my dad’s paper-filled desk. His sudden and fast movement gave me no time to react. He gripped my hands behind me to where I couldn’t move.

« No bambina, I’ll fuck some sense into you over your dad’s desk. » He whispered into my ear as he pressed himself hard against me.

Don’t let him get to you !

I scoffed. « I thought you said this wouldn’t happen again ? Or did you forget ? »

His hand roamed my body until it found my ass giving it a hard squeeze before slapping it through my jeans. I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning out, stop it your in your FATHER’S office.

« Babygirl, I haven’t forgotten what your gorgeous mouth did to me. » I could hear the mischief in his voice, « W-what are you gonna do ? » I asked nervously, I knew from his touch my panties were drenched and my core was throbbing ‘fuck me’.

He let go of me and straighten himself up, « I’m coming over to your house today, Your father has invited me to dinner. You’ll see then. » He smiled and as if on cue my father came rushing back in gripping the thermal cup.

I felt my cheeks heat up and I knew immediately that I was flustered. « I’m glad you told her, » He set the cup down carefully before sitting in his own chair. « Mr. DeLuca will be joining us for dinner. » He continued as he swirled his spoon around in the cup, before getting a spoon full and shoving it into his mouth.

« I honestly can’t wait to see you all. I’ll be there around 8 pm. » His eyes fell on me as he said that before, he too plopped down in the chair next to me. I cleared my throat as I stood up.

« Dad, I think I’m gonna go. I have a thing…to do. » I said as I came around his desk and planted a soft kiss on his cheek before making my way to the door.

« Bye Hija, I’ll see you when I get home. »

I turned around and waved goodbye before disappearing.

•••

« So what should I wear ? Silk or Satin ? » Tight or loose ? » I asked Sam as I dug through my closet looking for a dress.

« What’s the difference ? » She questioned furrowing her dark brows with a questioning look.

I scoffed playfully at her question, « Babe, Silk is a natural fiber, and satin is weaved. » Her lips formed an ‘O’ as she nodded her head in understanding.