EroticReverie

Vaughn Vitale

 "What the fuck is this?" I ask as I walk into my home and find my dobermans on their fucking backs getting belly scratches from what I assume is supposed to be Bella Rose. 

Nash and Connor my two top men, that are supposed to be scarier than a thousand dobermans combined. Look up from where they are also squatting down, and giving belly scratches to my fucking guard dogs, treating them like little puppies, instead of the trained killing machines that they are. 

Connor and Nash clear their throats and stand. 

"She uh...wanted to pet the dogs." Connor says and I glare at him and then down to the petite light brown hair, brown eyes, five foot three Disney princess looking attack dog whisperer as Killer lays there with his head in her lap, not all living up to his name. 

"that's a good boy, yeah, awww, such a good boy" she baby talks him as she scratches behind his ears and under his jaw. She doesnt even look up at me as she sits there in a designer dress and heels, pulled back. 

I watch as Bones one of my other Dobermans goes to sniff up her dress between her legs and she laughs and pushes his nose away.

"typical male" she laughs and then pushes up off the floor and Connor and Nash are fucking smirking at her as they watch the Bones go for it again. I clear my throat and they look over, their amused faces falling and straightening, and then clear their throats and excuse themselves. I just shake my head to myself. 

"stop" she giggles and Bones puts his snout right between her legs and pushes against her cunt. She laughs. I steps back.

"Sit." she commands him. 

"he only responds to.." my words are cut off as I watch him sit for her and look up at her. 

"good boy." she says and pats his head. "stay." she says softly and smiles at him and then finally looks up at me. My brows drawn together as I watch her stroll away from him and Bones sits where she leaves him as she walks over to me. 

"I suppose you're the one who names their dogs things like Killer, and Bones." she says and I look down at her. 

"You werent supposed to be here until tomorrow." I tell her. 

"Surprise." she says with fake excitment. 

Bella Rose is my god daughter. My best friends daughter. However when I accepted the role, I hadnt ever expected to be actually considered her legal guardian if her parents ever decided to die early. Which...they did. I also didnt expect it because I hadnt even spoken to Jason or Isbelle since they had moved all around the world constantly. We caught up periodcially, but I'd never even met Bella. they'd moved before she was born, and Jason asked me to be her godfather, and i'd accepted. Because what really was a god father anyways? Apparently it meant more than I thought it did. 

"You didn't come to the funeral." she says. 

"I sent flowers." I say. 

She rolls her eyes. "How sweet of you." she sighs looks to Bones and Killer.

"C'mere." she says. Bones leaves his station she assigned him and coming to heel at her side, his tongue out,Killer at her other side, both standing on guard for her. What the actual hell?

"Where is my room?" she asks. 

I look at her, her big brown eyes looking up at me. She's a pretty girl. Real pretty.  Looks a lot like Isbelle who was hot as hell, and honestly way out of Jason's league. Yeah..she looks like young Isbelle...except...yeah, we wont go there. Because I shouldn't be thinking about putting my face where Bones had his with my seventeen year old god daughter. Even if she was only seventeen for two more months. Oh, and also because her parents just died. And trying to get between her legs, no matter how soft they looked, was in poor taste. 

Two months. That's all I had to get through.  Then she'd be an adult, have her inhertiance and be on her way. 

"This way." I say and start walking.

"Arent you going to grab my bags?" she asks. 

"No." I answer and keep walking. 

"Wow." she huffs. "dick" she mutters under her breath and grabs one of them, leaving  the other three suitcases in place as she follows me. 

"You're not very...nice." she says. 

"Caught that, did you?" I reply and she sighs. 

I had no reason to be nice. To her. To anyone. But especially to her. Because if I'm nice...i'll want to be more than fucking nice to her. I'll want to be real fucking nice to her in ways that forty year old men definitely shouldnt be to their teenage god daughter than they've never fuckin met. 

"My parents are dead." she says. I stop in my tracks, and swallow down a bit of guilt. 

I turn slowly and see her stop rolling the suitcase and her eyes water slightly.

"So can you just....be...a little nice?" she asks. "Please?" she adds softly. 

My jaw clenches and I look away from her glassy eyes and exhale, I walk over. Grabbing the handle to her suitcase.

"This way." I say without apology. I could bring her fucking bag at least. I could do that for her. Because she's right. Her fucking parents just died and now she's stuck with me for two months, and I dont want her here. I don't like people in my space. I can barely tolerate Nash and Connor being around all the time. But they're here because I need them to be for security. 

"Thank you." she says softly and I just grumble slightly and walk her through the mansion and into the east wing, the dogs following right on her heels instead of mine. I bring her to the largest bedroom in the east wing which has the first floor and second level. 

"this is your room." I say and stop inside and let go fo the handle on her suitcase and turn and her eyes are wide.

"What?" she says, looking around, stepping in and looking around. 

"The bedroom itself is on the second level...but this level serves as a living area." I say and her jaw drops. 

"This is like...a house in a house." 

That's exactly what it is and I chose this room specifically in the hopes to keep her from barging into the rest of the house and into my other spaces by giving her plenty of her own. 

"this is my room?" she says in disbelief.

"Yes." I answer. 

"If there's ....anything you need, or if something isnt to your liking...you can call or text this number" I say reaching into my jacket, pulling out a card.

"Um, okay?" she says and takes between baby pink painted fingernails and flips the card.

"Who is Alicia Crandell?" she asks. 

"She works for me. But she's volunteered to help me....deal with.....this." 

Bella's eyes pops.

"Deal with...this...as in deal with me?" she asks. 

I nod. 

"wow. yeah. okay. thanks." she says and I realize how it sounded but I dont know what the fuck to say to her. I didnt ask for her to be dropped in my life. 

"I'm sorry about your parents." I say and she looks up. 

"yeah." she says.

"I'll have your other bags brought to the room." I tell her and she turns and looks around, ignoring me. 

"My mother told me, you know." she says. 

I freeze. 

"Is that why you don't like me? Why you never met me?" she asks and turns back around. 

"I dont know what you mean." I lie. 

"I'm not yours." she says. "she thought I was....but she did a dna test....my dad is my actual dad....not you." 

"I know." I say. 

"My dad never knew. I found the DNA tests in her closet , in a box when I was helping her clean it all out." she explains. 

"is that why you dont like me? Because you loved her?" she asks. 

I shake my head. "I didnt love your mother." 

"We made a mistake. It was one time." I tell her. 

"But it's why you never met me?" she asks. 

"your parents moved around a lot. That's why I never met you." I say. 

"She said you were her favorite lover." Bella says and my nostirls flare. 

"We aren't talking about this anymore." I say. 

"Just thought you'd want to know." Bella says with a shrug and turns and walks further into the room.

"She said your were passionate. That's she's never experienced passion like that with anyone. Not even my father." she says and I just shake my head. Because it was one night, it was a mistake, and something i regretted. I couldnt tell this girl her mother was a one night stand, an easy fuck and a slip of my morals for fucking my best friends wife. 

"Call Alexis if you need anything. " I say , and turn to leave the room.