Chapter 16:

**Amanda Hank:**

The days without much rush and my thoughts are an enigma to myself.

Strangely, I feel very relaxed and I think I am better than I was a few weeks ago. Where I was just a ball of nerves and I focused on being very negative.

I have to blame exams and my lack of loyalty for my mental health.

Honestly though, John was helpful. Being a new piece in my life, it also turned out to be a new distraction from my monotonous environment.

It's like a spark to regenerate my energy, almost similar to my friendship with Emily, but superior as it is more shocking to my sexual senses and emotions.

Even though he is my boss and master, and I should feel pressure to keep emotions and everything in a neutral circle, it is not possible for me.

John alters my system and I don't know how good it is to start seeing it as a solution in my life.

I want to keep myself in check and remember every minute the cause of the possible cancellation of the contract if this reaches a level that I really do not want.

Amanda, are we starting to overthink yet? We didn't last two days without it.

I close my eyes as I feel the shower water at a perfect temperature and decide tofocus on cleanse my whole body to relax my mind for a while.

Once clean, I do my skin care routine with my favorite songs in the background. Feeling so calm to do what I like.

Just then, a call interrupts my moment of beauty.

By the way I notice that it is 4 in the afternoon. Who is calling me on my day off?

I saw that it was a call from my father and I smiled, happy that it was him.

Even with a mask on, I answer the call.

"Hi, dad,

how are you?"

"Hello, little one. I feel very well, and you? When will you deign to visit your poor father?"

I laugh at his false indignation.

"I was planning to arrive on Sunday as a surprise, but I see that I have to reveal my crimes." I joke as I put the call on speaker.

I think I hear my father scream like a child, I laugh emotionally before removing the mask from my face.

"It's perfect. I'll be waiting for you then, princess," he says. Before going silent.

My eyebrows furrow a little at his silence.

I'm surprised by a person as talkative as my father. Usually, I'm the one who's silent and he tells everything he wants.

"Dad, why are you so quiet?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I was thinking I could cook for when you come."

I can be aware of his lie, since that is not what has him thinking.

"You can cook anything, your food is always delicious" I decide to follow his lie until he deigns to be honest.

"I know, maybe spaghetti like old times, what do you think?"

"I think it would be great, my love will grow 50% more for you, dad."

I hear a sound that resembles a snort.

"Only 50%? Only that? I am your father, when will I be worthy of 100%?" He acts hurt but we both know I love him 1000% of my heart's content.

So, I take advantage of my opportunity.

"When you tell me the reason why you are calling me and you are not talking as usual"

"I don't know what you mean, Amanda. Now it's illegal to want to talk to my daughter?" He tries to defend himself.

"You know you're not, but I have a feeling that something is wrong with you and you're taking too long to talk to me about it. Am I right?"

He remains silent for a long moment, while I take the opportunity to finish my routine and leave the bathroom.

I hear my father sigh through the speaker.

"Good, you got me, princess." He admits.

"Okay, what's it about?"

"John talked to me today."

And my heart stops and I feel like the air is not reaching my lungs.

Did John talk to my dad about the deal? Is that why he's calling me to tell me how disappointed he is in me?

This can't be possible...he wouldn't do it. John promised.

I try to calm down and hide the lump that is slowly forming in my throat.

I must not rush to conclusions.

"Oh, and what's going on?" I feign surprise.

"It's about a memorial ball you're attending on behalf of your company." After that, the air reaches my lungs pleasantly.

I swallow dryly before speaking.

"That's great, but what does it have to do with me, Dad?"

"Don't worry, that's what I was going for." He laughs. "I ask permission for you to go with him, both on behalf of the company and to spend some time getting to know you."

The astonishment does not fit in my body when what I just heard.

Did John ask my father's permission to spend time together?

I can feel my cheeks burning when my father speaks again.

"He told me that he would like to make up for the years of absence in our life, but for that he wanted to get to know my daughter better and feel part of our family."

"But wouldn't it be better to spend it with you. I mean, you're his friend, dad."

"I know, but I think he’s right." He says.

"What are you talking about?"

"Because... he promised me that he would always take care of you in case... I was no longer here."

And I couldn't feel more guilty for sucking John's penis, god, I feel like a disgrace.

My father trusts John and his friendship, so much so that he trusts his daughter in his hands. And now I feel horrible that I slept with him.

"Dad, don't say that. You will be here for me for a long time, you're only 56. You have a long time left to tell me that."

"I know, princess. But I prefer to be safe in life and not regret it from the grave."

And I feel like I'm going to cry.

"OK." I decide to change the topic of conversation. "He wants me to go to the dance with him? But he didn't even talk to me, I wouldn't even know what to wear if I did. Besides, when is that going to happen?" Nervousness takes over my mind and I am lost.

"Calm down, little one. It's tonight."

"God, I'm going to die before I get to that. John hasn't talked to me."

"He said he would, relax please. I trust he will do it before 7. Focus on making yourself beautiful for tonight, I want more than one person to fall in love with my girl."

"Dad! I don't want that, there are many idiots. None of them are worthy of me."

"But I want grandchildren, Amanda. Think of your poor father."

"If you keep blackmailing your girl, I'll hang up. You've been warned, Dad."

"Damn, you know I won't give up." I hear him laugh and I calm down again. "Amanda, seriously, have a lovely evening with John. I want you two to get along. I know he's your boss, but he's my best friend and I really want you to see him as a part." of our family. Do you think it is possible?"

I sigh, feeling my mind overwhelmed by my father's words.

I'm a scumbag of a daughter.

"Sure, dad. If that's what you want. I'll do it for you."

After accepting, my father and I talk for a while longer, until he decides it's time to end the call.

Just then, the doorbell to my apartment rings.

And when I open the door, I see a boy dressed as a messenger.

"¿Amanda Hank?"

"It's me, package for me?"

"Exactly. Sign here please."

I do as he asks, then he takes the package and closes the door.

I sit on my couch and open it, being very careful that it is a bomb.

And I feel like my soul leaves my body when I see a beautiful dress and a note that says:

*With this pretty dress, I invite you, my pretty submissive, to go to the central hospital's memorial dance as my date. I'll pick you up at 9, I can't wait to see you with the position, beautiful.

-S.J. *

This seems like a dream to me. A fantasy I don't want to get out of.

And I think I'm going to faint when I check the time.

I have an hour, God, what will I do in an hour!