Daphne Vs. Daddy
Mona Cox
Naughty Angel Publishing
Contents
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Dirty Lil’ Angels
1. Daphne
2. Dominic
3. Daphne
4. Dominic
5. Daphne
6. Dominic
7. Daphne
8. Dominic
9. Dominic
10. Daphne
11. Daphne
12. Dominic
13. Daphne
14. Dominic
15. Daphne
16. Daphne
17. Daphne
18. Dominic
19. Daphne
20. Dominic
21. Dominic
22. Daphne
23. Daphne
24. Dominic
25. Daphne
26. Dominic
27. Daphne
28. Daphne
29. Daphne
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30. Daphne
Description
31. Carla
32. Chase
33. Carla
34. Chase
35. Carla
36. Chase
37. Carla
38. Carla
39. Carla
40. Chase
41. Carla
42. Chase
43. Carla
44. Chase
45. Carla
46. Chase
47. Carla
48. Epi
49. Daphne
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50. Lisa
51. Diesel
52. Lisa
53. Diesel
54. Lisa
55. Lisa
56. Lisa
57. Lisa
58. Diesel
59. Lisa
60. Lisa
61. Diesel
62. Lisa
63. Lisa
64. Lisa
65. Diesel
66. Lisa
67. Lisa
68. Epilogue
69. Daphne
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70. Brittney
71. Kaden
72. Brittney
73. Kaden
74. Brittney
75. Brittney
76. Kaden
77. Kaden
78. Brittney
79. Kaden
80. Brittney
81. Kaden
82. Brittney
83. Kaden
84. Brittney
85. Kaden
86. Brittney
87. Kaden
88. Brittney
89. Epi
90. Daphne
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91. Gisele
92. Stone
93. Gisele
94. Stone
95. Gisele
96. Stone
97. Gisele
98. Gisele
99. Stone
100. Gisele
101. Stone
102. Gisele
103. Stone
104. Gisele
105. Stone
106. Gisele
107. Stone
108. Gisele
109. Epi
110. Daphne
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111. Ashley
112. Apollo
113. Ashley
114. Apollo
115. Ashley
116. Apollo
117. Ashley
118. Apollo
119. Ashley
120. Apollo
121. Ashley
122. Apollo
123. Ashley
124. Apollo
125. Ashley
126. Apollo
127. Ashley
128. Apollo
129. Ashley
130. Epilogue
131. Daphne
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132. Alicia
133. Derek
134. Alicia
135. Alicia
136. Derek
137. Alicia
138. Derek
139. Alicia
140. Derek
141. Alicia
142. Derek
143. Alicia
144. Derek
145. Alicia
146. Alicia
147. Derek
148. Alicia
149. Epilogue As Told By Alicia
150. Daphne
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151. Christine
152. Anders
153. Christine
154. Anders
155. Christine
156. Anders
157. Christine
158. Anders
159. Cellular One Wireless
160. Christine
161. Christine
162. Christine
163. Christine
164. Christine
165. Anders
166. Christine
167. Anders
168. Christine
169. Anders
170. Christine
171. Epilogue
172. Daphne
173. Ashley
174. Christine
175. Daphne
Dirty Lil’ Angels
Daphne Vs. Daddy
By Mona Cox
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Hey Mom. I’m going on a date. With Dad.
OMG! How am I even going to have a convo like that with my mom?
I mean I don’t even think they have dating rules for your ex-stepdad and you.
Like what do we even celebrate first?
Our anniversary? Or Father’s Day?
Don’t get me wrong. This guy is so totally worth it.
Bad boy billionaire…with the 8 pack abs and Greek god body. And 12 inches of thick, swinging…ego.
But if he thinks I’m just gonna roll over and be a good lil’ docile girlfriend, he’s got another thing coming.
Because the only way I’m getting on my knees is if I’m getting ready to sit on his face.
And if he gets mad at that?
Then only two questions remain.
How badly will he punish me?
And how much am I gonna like it? ;)
*** It's the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Daddy in this first novel from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happy Ending? Always, babe ***
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1
Daphne
With butterflies in my stomach, I waltz out of the bathroom of our hotel room at the Carlyle, smoothing down my black lace teddy over my stomach. Do I have a pooch? Maybe I’m getting fat. I should probably go on a diet tomorrow. I suck my stomach in a little further.
I look over at the two men on the bed—one is my long-time boyfriend Roger, and the other guy is Carl, some random dude Roger brought to our hotel room to make my birthday wish come true—and I try to act as if this is normal. This is everyday shit for me, right?
Right.
I shoot them a confident smile, hiding my nerves under my exaggerated walk to the bed. My momma always told me to fake it ‘till I make it, and although I doubt she thought that I’d use her advice in my very first ménage, I still go with it anyway.
Except, when I snuggle up in the bed between them and we get down to doing boom chica bow wow, it’s …
Well, literally yawn-inducing. There’s Roger, sucking on my pinky toe and there’s Carl, going to town on my pussy, making all the right noises, and the only noise I can manage is a big ol’ yawn.
Roger flips me over onto my stomach and smacks me on the ass. Hard.
“Owwwwwwwww!” I holler just as he says, “You naughty girl, wanting two dicks at the same time.”
Except, I can only barely hear him over my own yelling. Dammit, that hurt! I rub my ass, trying to smooth the sting out, and Carl, bereft of my pussy since Roger had flipped me over onto my stomach, decides to start kissing his way up my leg.
Which just makes me laugh.
“Ohhh, stop!” I say between gasps of laughter. “That tick—” which is when my leg spasms and whacks him in the face. He jolts upright, holding a hand gingerly to his nose, and I say, unrepentantly, “I told you to stop.”
Okay, so that was a kind of bitchy comment to make, but shit, I could’ve told him the back of my legs were ticklish, if he’d just bothered to ask.
He mumbles something around his hand, which I ignore. I instead roll over, out of the grasp of Roger, who is trying to nibble on my neck and just seems to be getting drool everywhere instead, and I grab my phone. What time is it? We’d booked Carl for a whole hour, but I’m not sure I can last that long.
I click my phone on.
Twelve minutes? We’ve only been here for twelve fucking minutes?
Holy shit. I'm for sure not going to last an hour at this rate.
I go to click my phone back off so we can give this another shot, when I notice the battery warning. Only 14% left. I really should go plug it in. My phone has one of those retarded batteries, where the last 20% lasts all of four minutes. I’d hate to end the evening with a dead battery. It would be bad enough to end it sexually frustrated; let’s not add insult to injury.
“Hold on, let me go plug this in,” I tell the guys, and scoot off the end of the bed. I plug my phone into an outlet in the bathroom, straighten my hair, give myself a pep talk about how this is exactly what I’ve wanted for years now, and it’s going to be awesome and amazing and I just need to go out there and try it again, and then march out into the hotel room to find…
Roger being fucked by Carl.
Yup, Roger is being fucked in the ass by Carl.
My boyfriend is being fucked by our one-evening hook-up off Craigslist. The guy who was supposed to help me pop my ménage cherry.
“Uhhhhhh…”
I stagger and lean up against the open bathroom door for support.
“Uhhhhhh…”
Carl is just pistoning away in Roger’s ass, grunting as he goes, and Carl shoots me a “Whoops!” smile.
“I meant … to tell … you,” he says between Carl’s thrusts. “Oh yeah, baby, harder!”
Which is when I realize he is most definitely not talking to me anymore.
Well, there goes my 26th birthday present.
I do an about-face and stumble back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
My boyfriend. My boyfriend of five years is … gay?
My head drops to my chest, and suddenly, all I want to do is get the fuck out of here. I can still hear them going at it, grunting and talking nasty to each other. I throw my clothes on as fast as I can, hands trembling. I’m really regretting wearing stilettos to the hotel for this super-sexy ménage birthday present because they’re not exactly the most stable of shoes on the face of the planet, and oh my God, my legs are as weak as cooked spaghetti. As I slam the hotel room door closed behind me, I hear, “That’s right, I’m going to treat you like the bitch you—”
The door is closed. I can’t hear them anymore.
Oh, thank God.
I head off in search of the hotel bar, because if any night is an excuse to get rip-roaring drunk, tonight is it.
2
Dominic
In the dim lighting of the Bemelman’s Bar in the Carlyle Hotel, Heather looks up at me. She’s batting her eyelashes in what I’m sure she thinks is a sexy manner, although to me, it just looks like she got something stuck in her eye, and says, “So, what plans do we have for tonight?”
I pause and take a swallow of my whiskey, trying to think of something sexy to respond with. Surely I can think of something fun to do in bed with a ditzy blonde with a bra size bigger than her IQ, right?
“We could spend the night here,” she says in a suggestive sing-song voice.
I stare down at her.
Nope. I’ve got nothing.
“I was thinking I should head home early tonight,” I say, trying to let her down easy. “I’ve got an early morning meeting with a new client tomorrow, and—”
“No time for little ol’ me?” she asks, walking her fingers up my arm, smiling and biting her lower lip as she looks up at me. “But I have some new lingerie I wanted to show off to you.”
“Some other time, maybe.” I pull her hand off of my arm and lay it down gently on the table.
Which is when all hell breaks loose.
“Some other time? Some other time?! Maybe? What the hell is your problem, Dominic?” Her nose is turning red, a sure sign she’s about to lose her shit on me.
Okay, so it’s time to admit that I’ve tried to let her down easy, and it isn’t working. So, Plan B.
“Listen, I haven’t been feeling this,” I gesture between us, “for a while. I always told you that I wasn’t going to be serious with you. It’s fun to fuck and let off steam, but you can’t think it was ever going to be more than—”
“I gave up my ass for you!” Heather yells at the top of her lungs, throwing her drink in my face as she screams. “I took it up the asshole for you, you asshole!”
The entire bar is staring at us now. Even the musicians have stopped playing their atrocious elevator music and are just staring.
Nice.
“I told you this was nothing but some fun fucking,” I say under my breath with a smile plastered to my face. I swear, I can feel a thousand eyeballs boring into me right now. I normally have no problems speaking in front of groups; I’ve given too many presentations to clients to have stage fright, but it’s a little different when I have gin dripping out of my hair and down my collar. Oh, and I’ve got someone screaming asshole at the top of her lungs at me. “You got so damn clingy, Heather. It’s bullshit and you know it. You’ve always known the rules between us.”
Heather slings her knock-off Gucci purse over her shoulder and sniffs, “You’ll never have someone as good as me. You don’t deserve me.” And with that painfully cliché parting shot, she storms out of the bar, knocking people out of the way as she goes.
Classy to the bitter end.
I stand up as the band starts to play again and the murmurs of conversations resume, now that the show is over. I work my way over to the front bar and ask the bartender, “Towel, please.” I’ve got gin and tonic all over me. God, I smell like a fucking distillery. Anyone who gets within ten feet of me tonight is going to think I spend my nights underneath an overpass, drinking away my sorrows via a metal flask. I’m going to have
to head home and take a shower to get this off me.
“Dominic?” I hear behind me.
Patting at my face and hair with the towel, I turn and …
“Daphne?”
Oh my God, it’s my stepdaughter.
And wow, is she looking fine tonight.
3
Daphne
I walk into the Bemelmans Bar, the sounds of gay naughty talk ringing in my ears as I go. Not that there’s anything wrong with gay sex; I just don’t want to witness it up front and personal, especially not with my boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—as one of the stars.
I order a cosmo from the bar and then wind my way to an open table. I’m pretty sure that Heartbreak 101 means getting shit-faced after finding out that your boyfriend of five years is gay. It’s in the manual, I’m sure of it. Chapter 3, subheading C.
I smile to myself, amused. What could Chapter 3, subheading A - B be?
A) Spend lots of money on new shoes that don’t go with a single item in my closet, which means …
B) Buy all new clothes for my closet.
These are damn good subheadings if I do say so myself. I take another swallow of my cosmo and try to decide what to do. I don’t have to be back to the ER until tomorrow at noon, so if I stay out a little late tonight, it’ll be fine. That was the whole reason why we planned my special birthday gift for tonight.
I take another sip of my cosmo and sigh. Maybe I should go home instead and just call it an early night.
God, I sound so old. Maybe my age is catching up with me. Long hours in the emergency room, operating on trauma cases, doesn’t exactly help.
Something catches my eye and I look up, trying to figure out what I should do. Maybe—
Hold on, is that Dominic?
I stare, open-mouthed, up at the bar, as he asks the bartender for something, and then gets handed a towel. He starts patting his head and shoulders down, and even in the dim lighting, I can see he’s wet. What the hell?