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  Daddy Dearest: Bad Boy Bargain

  (The Complete Series)

  Lila Moore

  Copyright ©2016 Lila Moore

  First published by Lila Moore 2016

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  All characters depicted in this story are over the age of eighteen.

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  Table of Contents

  Part One

  Part Two

  Part Three

  Part Four

  Epilogue

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  Part One

  Genevieve

  “The best way to get over a man is to get under a new one.”

  “Mom! Christ, I don’t want your romance advice.”

  I put a pillow over my face and tried to block out the sight of my mother modeling her new lingerie in front of a mirror.

  “Do you think Luke will like this?”

  From the corner of my eye I could see her turn and suck in her stomach. She readjusted her red bra and squeezed her tits together, creating deep cleavage. I have to admit, my mom has a killer body. She’s spares no expense when it comes to ‘personal upkeep.’ That’s her way of describing a visit to the plastic surgeon.

  She’s had the works: multiple boob jobs, lipo, butt injections, a nose job, on and on. I’ve lost count of how many procedures she’s had. Her plastic surgeon has turned her into a living Barbie.

  Guys lose their shit over her. They think she’s the hottest woman on the planet. Her boyfriends- and I use that term loosely- spoil her rotten. She always juggles multiple wealthy men at the same time. She calls them her ‘Daddies’ because they take care of all her needs and in return… well, I don’t want to think about it.

  Her Daddies take her on expensive vacations on their private jets and on shopping sprees at designer stores. My mother is pampered beyond anything you could imagine. Which was why I was shocked to learn she was getting married. Or as she put it: “I’m buying in.”

  “Buying what?” I’d asked.

  “Buying a future. I’m getting married.”

  I was surprised to learn she was giving up her Daddies and going exclusive. I’d puzzled over why she would do such a thing, when a horrifying thought popped into my mind.

  “Oh my God, you’re pregnant!”

  “No! Don’t be silly,” she replied. “Though, there’s still time.”

  She laughed deviously and winked at me. My mother was not the greatest parent. She had me when she was sixteen and as far as I can tell never matured past that point. She’s always treated me like a little sister, even going so far as to invite me out drinking and partying with her.

  Of course, I always refuse the offer. I can’t think of anything more horrifying than watching my mother work one of her Daddies for money. She lies and manipulates them, telling them whatever they want to hear until they open their wallets. Her hustle has afforded us a comfortable lifestyle, but it came at the cost of her dignity. I’d trade it all for a boring, normal life with a boring, normal mom.

  “So, what do you think?” she asked.

  She propped her butt out as she stared at herself in the mirror. She had skinny long legs and a big round ass. Men loved it, but she looked strange to me; her body proportions were off. It gave her the look of a centaur. I laughed to myself at the thought of her face on the body of a centaur.

  “What’s so funny?” she said defensively.

  “Nothing mom. I was just thinking about something that happened last night,” I lied.

  “How many times have I told you to stop calling me mom?”

  “Sorry, Val.”

  “You’re no help. You’re too distracted by that silly boy. What’s his name? Carson? Larson?”

  “Not even close. His name is Michael.”

  “Whatever. You know I don’t approve of you dating a boy like that.”

  By a ‘boy like that’ she meant unemployed. Michael was a student. He was focused on getting his degree in philosophy. He’d introduced me to a world I never knew existed. We took long walks in the park discussing works of literature and poetry. We could spend all night talking about the universe and our place in it.

  It all came crashing down when I caught him in bed with another girl; I wanted to die. I thought we had something special. Clearly, I was wrong.

  “He’s smart and sophisticated. He’s more mature than most adults I know,” I said giving her a knowing look.

  “He’s also broke with a dead end future. And he can’t keep his dick in his pants.”

  I groaned and put the pillow over my face.

  “Don’t kill the messenger. The guy’s a loser. I can set you up with this hedge fund manager I know. He owns his own jet and-”

  “Pass!” I yelled. My voice was muffled by the pillow, but she seemed to get the point.

  “If you’d prefer a guy closer in age to you, he has a son. The kid doesn’t have as much money as his father, but he’s got a trust fund that’s big enough to buy your happiness.”

  “Happiness can’t be bought.”

  My mother laughed. “Sure.”

  “Is that why you’re getting married? Did Luke buy your happiness?”

  “I’m getting married because I’m not getting any younger. I can’t believe you’re eighteen now.” She gave me a side long glance as if I’d conspired to turn eighteen just to make her older. “Luke is my retirement plan. It’s time I settle down. Because of this fabulous apartment, I have no money in savings. But Luke will take care of me.”

  “Must be nice,” I muttered.

  “It is. It could be nice for you too. Your inheritance is my little black book. It has the names of some of the wealthiest most well-connected men in the world in it. It should take you no time at all to land a wealthy Daddy with the connections I have. If only you weren’t so stubborn.”

  “I’d rather do things the old-fashioned way. Meet a guy, fall in love with him- not his bank account. I want a man who respects me, a man I can call my partner- not my ‘Daddy.’”

  My mother shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

  She sounded disappointed. I was beyond caring. I was starting college in the fall. I’d be away from my mother and on my own for the first time ever. It was exciting and terrifying. I couldn’t wait, but I was plagued with anxiety.

  ‘What now?’ flashed through my mind with frightening regularity. I had no idea what I wanted to major in. The thought of dedicating my future to one profession was scary. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life working in an office cubicle. There was a lot to consider before the fall semester starts.

  “What are you wearing tonight Gigi?” my mother asked.

  She was in the middle of taking a selfie. I hoped she was sending it to Luke and not posting in online. It was bad enough I had a mother who dressed and acted the way she did. I didn’t need all my friends seeing pictures of her on the internet.

  “Stop calling me Gigi. I prefer Genevieve.”

  She rolled her eyes. “What are you wearing?”

  “I don’t know. A sweater? Jeans?”

  “Absolutely not. Luke is taking us to a very nice restaurant. You will dress accordingly. Do you understand?”

  My mother
didn’t normally get this angry. She must have been nervous. It was strange. My mother was always confident when it came to men. What was it about Luke that had her worried?

  Luke

  There was a knock at my office door. I was in the middle of typing an email to our Hong Kong division. They’d royally fucked up- again. They’d grossly misrepresented our quarterly sales figures to our clients. If word spread, our stock would plummet.

  “I’m busy,” I shouted.

  Where was the secretary? I checked my watch. Was she still at lunch? What was the point of having an assistant if she’s never around?

  The door opened and Trent entered. That explained it. Trent was the boss’s son. He didn’t do much around the office except chase the secretaries and harass me.

  I liked Trent; we were old friends, but he refused to grow up. We graduated from the same university. Our college days were filled with girls, drinking and nights I can’t quite remember.

  I can’t imagine not being friends with Trent. I just wish he’d take this job more seriously. The company was on the brink of bankruptcy. It was going to take a lot of hard work to right this ship.

  “Congratulations!” Trent said.

  “I’m busy. I don’t have time for games.”

  “Games? You’re the one who’s playing me. Why didn’t you tell me you were engaged?”

  “What? I’m not engaged.”

  “Your girl is blowing up social media with pictures of her engagement ring.”

  I stopped typing my email. What was he talking about?

  “I didn’t ask Val to marry me.”

  Trent laughed. “She certainly seems to be under the impression you’re getting married.”

  He showed me his cell phone. Val’s Facebook page was on the screen. She’d posted a picture of herself wearing a tight, low-cut pink dress. It drove me crazy when she wore that dress. It made her tits look like mountains. Her hand rested gently on her chest. A huge diamond sparkled on her ring finger.

  “You can’t buy a girl a ring like that and not expect her to think you’re engaged.”

  “I didn’t buy her a ring.”

  This sent Trent into another fit of laughter. “I told you that girl was crazy. Didn’t I warn you?”

  My phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. It was a text from Val. I opened it to find a picture of her wearing red lingerie. Her tits looked amazing; her ass was so high and tight you could bounce a quarter off it.

  It was then I noticed something odd. In the mirror behind Val, you could see the reflection of a girl lying on the bed. She was wearing jeans and a hoodie. Her skin was creamy white and her hair was dark. She had high cheekbones and pouty lips. Her hand partially covered her face. She looked miserable. The striking contrast gave her the look of a dressed-down model.

  Who was she? And why was she hanging out with Val? She had an intense look, like the kind of girl who’d rather be in a museum or a café in Paris.

  Val’s fun, but she’s not exactly the most sophisticated girl in the world. And to be honest, that’s what I like about her. When we’re together, I can turn off the noise and stress of the workday and just watch shitty, reality TV with her or go for drinks. We never talk about anything serious.

  My day is filled with spreadsheets, negotiations and anxiety. It’s nice to just be with someone without having to argue, or have serious discussions. Of course, a relationship like that has an expiration date. I thought Val understood that. We were just having a good time. It wasn’t serious. Hell, I knew she was seeing other men and I didn’t even care.

  My cell phone buzzed again. It was another text from Val.

  Don’t forget about 2nite. 8 o’clock XOXO

  At the end there was a kissy-face emoji. I rolled my eyes and put down the phone. I didn’t have time for this.

  “I’ve got a video conference in ten minutes,” I said. “Are you coming?”

  “Do I have to?”

  “Yes.”

  “Who was that?” he said, motioning to my phone.

  “Val. We’re supposed to have dinner tonight.”

  “Is it an engagement party? Can I come?”

  “No, and if you don’t shut up I’m going to throw you out the window.”

  Trent laughed and slapped my shoulder. “Seeya in the meeting.”

  Genevieve

  “Can you put your cell phone away for one minute, Gigi? It’s rude. We’re having dinner.”

  I looked up from my screen and stared at my mother with contempt. She never gave a shit about dinner time, or what was rude at the dinner table. I couldn’t figure out why all of the sudden she was trying to act like a mother, but it was too little too late. All it did was piss me off. It was bad enough she forced me to wear one of her dresses.

  The outfit I had on barely qualified as clothing. It was a short, low-cut black dress with sheer fabric around the neckline. It almost completely exposed my tits. I kept constantly looking down to make sure one of them hadn’t fallen out of my dress. It was humiliating.

  People had gawked at us as when we walked into the restaurant. One man’s jaw literally fell open. My mother had winked at him and waved. The man’s wife slapped his arm and whispered to him angrily.

  When we sat down at the table, the first thing I did was pull out my phone. I needed something to distract me. I felt like the whole restaurant was staring at us. I didn’t want to see their judgmental looks.

  I found the perfect distraction: Michael’s Facebook page. He’d updated his status from ‘single’ to ‘It’s complicated.’

  I scoffed at what I saw. He had his arm around a busty blonde with bleached hair wearing a ton of bronzer. She looked orange, like an Oompa Loompa. She wore a tube top and a mini-skirt. She reminded me of my mother.

  “What’s wrong?” my mother asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “What? Let me see.”

  Before I could put my phone away, she snatched it from my hand.

  “Is that the boy you were fooling around with?”

  I didn’t respond.

  “He moved on fast.”

  “No kidding.”

  “Don’t be bitter, sweetheart. It causes wrinkles.”

  “I just don’t understand-” I stopped myself from saying anymore. I didn’t want to discuss my love life with my mother, but it was too late.

  “You don’t understand what he’s doing with a girl like that?” She smiled as if amused. “Men are all the same. Let me guess, you thought Carlton-”

  “Michael.”

  “Michael- was a sensitive boy looking for a thoughtful, smart girl to lie around and talk poetry with, right?”

  I didn’t say anything. I hated it when my mother read a situation accurately. It happened rarely, but when it did, it made me angry.

  “Michael’s a college boy. He’s interested in the same thing other college boys are interested in.”

  “Graduating?”

  “Getting his dick wet.”

  “Oh my God, mother. Would you keep your voice down? We’re in public.”

  “You’ve got to lighten up, honey.”

  She stuck my cell phone into her purse and pulled out hers.

  “I want that back,” I protested.

  “After dinner.”

  She started to text someone on her phone.

  “He isn’t coming,” I said.

  “Yes, he is. He’s just late.”

  She spoke confidently, but she looked worried. After sending the text, she finished her martini and ordered a second. She normally didn’t drink this much because of the calories, but tonight she was throwing back drinks quickly.

  She drummed her long nails on the table and twisted her engagement ring around her finger. The diamond was huge. Luke must have been serious about making her his wife.

  Good luck, I thought. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.

  Suddenly my mother jumped out of her seat.

  “Luke, baby!” she squealed.

/>   She threw her arms around the neck of a tall man who looked startled. He had broad muscular shoulders and dark hair. His eyes were grey and intense. He looked stressed out and more than a little confused.

  I was surprised to see that he was younger than my mother. I guessed he was in his late twenties. Awkwardly, he returned my mother’s hug. She grabbed his face and kissed him hard, pressing her body against his in the process.

  “Oh my God…” I muttered under my breath.

  I looked away. The people at the table next to us were watching. This was an expensive restaurant. I doubt the patrons were used to this kind of scene.

  “Honey, this is Luke,” my mother said, after finally breaking her kiss. “Luke this is Gigi.”

  “Hi,” I said with a wave.

  He held out his hand. I took it and shook. His grip was strong; his hands soft with the long fingers of an artist.

  “Gigi…?” he said.

  “Genevieve.”

  He looked bewildered. Instantly, I knew he had no idea who I was. It didn’t surprise me. My mother lied to her Daddies about everything. When I was little, she used to take me to the beach with her. When she saw a guy she wanted to talk to, she would tell me to lie and say we were sisters. She didn’t want any of her potential meal tickets to know she was a mother. She was scared it might scare them off. Now here she was engaged to a man who didn’t even know she had a kid.

  Poor bastard. He had no idea who he was marrying.

  He looked from me to my mother. I could see the wheels turning inside his head as he tried to figure out what was going on. Before my mother could lie, I blurted out: “I’m Val’s daughter.”

  My mother’s face doesn’t register emotions well. The constant Botox injections have given her a frozen plastic look, but she looked pissed now. I’d ruined whatever lie she was planning on selling.

  She forced out an awkward laugh then pressed her body against Luke again. He stiffened. It was clear he wasn’t going to be easily swayed by her tits.