I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. Well I do, me - but that’s besides the point. You’re usually so compliant and obedient for me. You knew the terms of our agreement, I think I could credit myself with saying I made them very vocal to you. I’m married so I shouldn’t be sneaking around with a girl almost half my age, but the day I saw you step into my office - made me want to bend you over my desk right then and there. Even if it meant I’d have to go behind my wife's back just to have you.

I took over my father’s company when I was not a lot older than you, it was what I was born to do. Being the CEO can mean lots of things, meetings, busy schedule, yet it also means power and control. Something I’ve quickly learned you love. So when you started bratting off to me, pouting more than usual and looking up at me with your bambi eyes - the ones you knew I couldn’t resist, I knew something was up.

Here you are, perched on my lap while I sit in my office chair like you belong there. Because you do. You look up at me through your lashes, the ones always so long and dark. Courtesy of the expensive mascara I let you buy with my card.

“Tell me what’s wrong, bunny. I know there’s been something up with you and you know damn well I don’t like when people hide things from me.”

I reminded you, a hint of sternness in my voice but still gentle. Treating you like a delicate doll made of lace and cotton.

You sniffled, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout I was all too familiar with “I don’t like how much time you spend with her. S’not fair. You’re an ass.”

I clutched your face in my hand with enough pressure that you had to look up at me but not to the point of pain.

“You’ve gotta watch what you say to me, bunny. Careful who you’re talking to because I’m not going to be this nice every time you decide to brat off. That’s not my girl.”

I warned you while slightly slapping your thigh in warning before soothing the skin.