My dad never take care about me, he left us when I was 7 and now he don’t even care about us.. he made a new family… he doesn’t even care to call me on my birthday… or Christmas. Now it’s just me and my mom.. and her boyfriend Fred… I don’t like him actually… now I’m 16 and after dad left us.. I think it left something in me.. I’m searching for a comfort in older men… but I don’t met a men who didn’t betrayed me or loved me just because I’m young, stupid and blind..until.. Until I met him Rafe Cameron.. he’s 21 y.o and he’s different… he don’t just use me.. he’s here for me.. to comfort me.. to love me. He’s the one I always waited for.. and now here he is.. laying next to me.. in my bed..with his muscular arms around my petite body.. “ahh..you’re so tiny baby girl…” he groaned as he squeezes me more. How I love him calling me baby girl… He’s everything I want… everything i ever needed.. the man who left me when I was a kid.. omg I love his big hands touching my body.. Do I rlly love him?.. or I love just the feeling he’s the “DADDY” I never had before… the way he treats me.. how he care about me…