Olivia - Just a good fuck
"What does JR want, Harmon?" I asked him point blank. "You better fucking tell me something. Why did she target me? Did you two plan this together?"
Desperate to hear myself contradicted, my feet carried me to him. A pained expression graced his handsome face as he cupped my cheeks with both hands. Enemy or not, this time I didn't step back. Lost in his eyes, I watched him struggle with a million emotions as he looked for the words to say to me.
"How can you even… Don't you ever think, even for a second, I'd do anything to hurt you, baby girl. I don't have that in me," said his strained voice as he expertly avoided my questions, his forehead pressing up against mine.
"What about what you did two nights ago? What about what you've been doing since?" my vulnerable, soft voice asked. "What happened to stop trusting so easily?"
"That doesn't apply to daddy, baby girl. I'd kill to keep you safe," he rushed to say, willing me to believe him. "Even from me. I know I fucked up too, okay? Forgive daddy, baby girl. You're just so fucking—" here his voice broke and he trailed off.
"I'm so fucking what?" I cried, feeling his hands smear the mess my make up was across my cheeks as his hands moved towards my hair, fingers gliding through my dark curls.
His eyelids flew open, gaze locked with mine. Tender affection. Forbidden desire. I watched him grapple with his sanity as his lips neared mine.
"Irresistible. Like fucking cocaine. One hit and a guy is screwed forevermore. I just can't get you out of my head. I know I fucked up, but I'm trying to stop. To atone. I swear I am. Baby girl, help daddy out. Please," his husky voice declared.
"Was I that good of a fuck, daddy? Is that really all I am to you?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Here I was, thinking you saw me differently to everyone else. I really am pathetic," I said with a bitter laugh as the tears started flowing anew no matter how hard I tried to stop them.
"My fucking innocent baby girl. Daddy doesn't go up against mafia kings for just a good fuck. Can't you hear me? The words I've been saying to you? My clever, sassy, sexy, independent, hard working baby girl. Daddy sees you. I fucking always have. Don't you dare say I don't," he said calmly, wiping away my tears with a serene smile. "Fuck everyone else and their dumb opinions. What the fuck do they know about your worth, my funny, charming, doting, trusting, confident baby girl?"
The flattery went straight to my head as he shook his head at me and I finally smiled for him.
Play me all you want, daddy. Feels so damn good.
"Is that really how you see me? I fuck up all the time. I can't do anything right. No wonder no one wants me. My own father didn't want me," I said, sobbing uncontrollably now.
The flood gates were open and no matter what I did, despite the potential danger that this man was, I just couldn't close them.
"Don't talk shit about daddy's baby girl," he chided, pulling me into his arms and laying my head down onto his chest as I cried hard.
"You don't want me either Harmon," I said through sobs.
"Olive you turn people away. Keep them at an arm's length. Not the other way around," he said soothingly, calling me out while rubbing my back.
"Not you. Never you," I insisted, wrapping my arms around him and holding on hard. "Why does the one man I want not want me?" I choked out.
He pulled back with a sigh and said, "My beautiful little fuck up, only a fool can look at you and only see pussy. One night. I see forever. A permanent place in your life. Of course I want you. It's just not that simple, my baby girl."
How things had changed. We went from he was never fucking me again to he couldn't give me just a fuck and now I want you. All in the span of two days. Was I reading into his words too much?
"Daddy needs to walk away now before I make a fool of myself one more time and throw myself at you," I asked of him, because I knew I wasn't strong enough to walk away from his kind words.
Daddy's dangerous.
That just made me want him more.
"Certainly, Miss Hunter," he said, but he was lowering his head to mine again, his eyes on my lips, hands moving up my body to cup my neck.
"Harmon, I mean it. Walk away. For fuck's sake daddy, walk away," I said feebly, my shallow breaths mixing with his.
"Forgive me, baby girl. Daddy doesn't know how to right now," he said, stealing my breath as his lips claimed mine.