Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel Rebel Wild (i have read the book a hundred times .txt) 📖

“Mr. Garrett,” Mona’s voice comes through my intercom. “Everyone’s in place for your ten o’clock briefing.”

“I’m on my way. What’s on the docket for today?”

“Just the preliminary for the Hubbard case you wanted to sit in on.”

“Take it off and clear my schedule. Something else has come up,” I tell her, getting up and grabbing my cell to take with me.

I shoot off a message to Joanna telling her to keep an eye on that college prick before I take my briefing.

Glancing at the time, I’m patting myself on the back that it’s three forty-five in the afternoon and I’ve let Sydney run wild for this long. I’m parked in a spot below the coffee shop where she’s hanging out with her friend Leslie and that prick. I spent the majority of my day glaring a hole in the photo of her grinning at him. Neglecting work is nothing new. The green-eyed girl that I just can’t seem to get out of my system better occupies my time.

I should call Maloney right now. He’ll have a field day with this shit. I can just hear him now: “The Tristan Garrett, sitting outside of a college hangout, stalking a poor girl that’s simply going for coffee with her friends.”

Screw him. I don’t want to be bothered by him and his “let’s-dive-deeper-into-the-reasons-behind-the-actions” bullshit right now. I’m content with waiting in my car for her to come out and it’s not stalking. I just happen to be driving by and it would be rude of me not to stop and give her a ride home. So what if she drove? So what if I called Joe and had him bring the Bugatti Dad left me just to drive her home? It’s all perfectly within reason.

I check the time once again. She’s been in there for forty damn minutes. How much fucking coffee is she drinking? Before I can give it a second thought, I’m already out of the car going to see what’s going on in there. I could just say I happened upon the place, even though it’s well out of my way. I convince myself that my flimsy excuse will work while the Dom in me is cursing me out for thinking I need an excuse to see a submissive that’s agreed to total power exchange. Just as I’m about to tell him to shut the hell up, Sydney walks out.

Her eyes almost pop out of her head when she sees me. She must have said something because Leslie and the prick are now aware of her surprise. Leslie follows her stare and I can see she recognizes me. She instantly lowers her head when I look at her. She’s always been shy. She’d make a great submissive. I can already tell she wouldn’t give me any trouble. Why couldn’t I pick a nice, truly submissive girl like her to be infatuated with? I’d settle for one my own age. One look at Sydney answers that question. My body zings at the sight of her. I’ll take her bad attempt at trying to be submissive over the real deal any day.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” I say to Sydney.

I take the opportunity to size up the prick as she stands like a deer caught in headlights. I can almost hear the gears in her head revving up from me standing in front of her when she left me way across town this morning. Clearly, me showing up to check on her never entered her mind. Not that it should. It’s not what Doms do normally, but normal is overrated anyway. Who the fuck wants normal shit?

Breathing easy, I sit down for my last class of the day. I’m really happy with the course outlines for this semester. All my favorite novels are on the required reading list and a few more that I haven’t heard of but have already piqued my interest. I’ll visit the bookstore tomorrow and see if I can find any of them if Mr. Garrett doesn’t already have them in his library. I look over at my new friend Matt. He seems to be just as excited as I am that his classes are all good, most of which he has with me since he’s an English Lit major.

We met outside of our first class. We were the only ones that showed up early, and we had to wait outside on a bench until it was time to go in. He struck up a conversation with me and we hit it off. When he told me his life’s dream is to have a library of first editions of his favorite classics, I was tempted to tell him about Mr. Garrett’s impressive collection, but I didn’t. I can’t wait until he gets home from work so I can tell him about my day and the funny thing that happened with one of my professors.

“Let’s get coffee,” Matt says as we walk out of class to meet up with Leslie.

We’ve been hanging out all day, the three of us.

“Okay, but just for a few minutes,” I tell him.

Leslie doesn’t give me a hard time about not hanging out longer. She knows what the deal is. Well, she knows the watered-down version. She thinks I finally got the hot DA she used to drool over when I’d bring her with me to see Daddy.

“Great,” she says, not giving Matt a chance to say anything to the contrary.

I have a feeling she just wants to hang out with him by herself anyway. He’s so her type: tall, with just enough confidence for it not to come off as conceited.

We walk into the coffee shop and the delicious smell of things baking makes me hungry, but I don’t eat anything. Bree let it slip that Mr. Garrett is planning something special for dinner and she was excited about it. Sometimes she acts like