"You love being a little slut, don't you," I growled in her ear as I pushed further into her. "You love being fucked raw?"

"Fuck, Colten," Niki moaned. "I'm your little slut."

"Fuck you are."

"Mr. Donavan?"

"Uh. Yes?" I asked, shaking my head as my PA Ariana sighed.

"Mr. Donavan has had a long day today," She stated, standing. "I'll go through everything with him and call you with a response first thing in the morning."

Not waiting for anything to happen, I stood up and walked out of the meeting room. I needed to be alone. To calm down.

Niki

"Fuck." I cursed, sitting behind my desk.

I had many women. All of them gave themselves up to me. I never had to chase them nor was I head over heels for them. To be honest, they meant nothing to me. They were nothing to me but toys I could play with when I got bored. But Niki. Well, she's a different story.

It's been four days since I've last seen those unforgettable golden brown eyes. She had a look that drew a line to not cross her nor underestimate. She is the splitting image of power and power is what she owns. Because of this, it makes me regret my choice of calling that press conference. If I had known that she was the owner and that my father tried to get her in his bed, I wouldn't have set it up. But ever since that day in that elevator ride, I can't stop thinking about her.

"Okay," Ariana said, walking in. "This is the second time this week. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Antonelli Enterprise broke the contract with us." I started without looking up.

"You gotta be kidding me," She groaned. "I was gone for one day and you had to fuck everything up."

"It wasn't my fault," I roared, jumping up. "It was my father's."

"So what did he do to piss Sherman off?"

"Shermen isn't the owner anymore," I said, facing the windows. "It's his daughter Niki and she's doing a good job at it."

"Here you are praising her when she was the one who broke the contract," She said. "And how's it your father's fault?"

"While I was out of town, my father set up a meeting with Niki Antonelli. It was supposed to be a business meeting but the meeting was for him to get into her pants," I laughed. "He thought he was going to get what he wanted but he was just stupid."

"So," Ariana said slowly. "Are you going to get the contract back?"

"What if I don't get it back?" I asked, curosely.

I mean, I did want to get the contract back and see Niki, but what's the reason why it was made in the first place? My father failed to mention that fact as well as others.

"Don Antonelli, the founder of Antonelli Enterprise and your great grandfather were best friends. They did everything together. They both went to college and-"

"Ariana, what's the main point?" I asked, not wanting to know these guys' whole life story.

"The contract between both families is because your grandfather made Don promise him that both families would stay friends."

"And yet here we are. Heads to heads with each other."

"That's your father and Shermen's fault," She said, sitting. "But now you have to say what was on your mind and your answers. You have work to do."

"I'm not taking them," I stated. "It's a weak company that will just bring the company down."

"One, you weren't listening and two you and Niki have to discuss that together," She said, handing me a folder. "This is for you to write what you want out of the relationship."

"Relationship?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Business relationship, Colten," She said, rolling her eyes and walking off. "ANd I want that finished before you leave tonight."

"Yes ma'am."

Ariana is older than me. When elders her age orders me around like she does, I respectfully give them a death stare. She, on the other hand, yells and pushes me around and I don't do nor say anything. She was seventeen when my father was born, so she knows the goods and bads about his company. So, if she tells me to do something, I do it.

Antonelli and Donovan Enterprise contract REDO

In the contract, each partner (2) will write their needs and wants. If both partners agree to them, they will stay in this contract until it has been renewed every two years.

This message was written and typed up on November 2, 1903 by Dom Antonelli and Josh Donavan.

Not knowing what I wanted out of this 'business relationship' that's actually business related, I wrote nothing. If it was personal related, I'd write:

You on top of the desk with your legs opened.

As much as I wanted to write it, I sighed and wrote:

Whatever you want and want from me. I'll be waiting for your response, sexy.

-CD

Looking over at the clock, it showed 3:18.

Time to pick up Sara.

Getting my things together, I took my personal elevator and went down to the garage. There, I decided to take myJeep. Something Sara made me promise her that I would pick her up.

Climbing in, I drove and headed towards her school. On the way, Drake had called. Not wanting to know what girl he was balls deep in, I pressed declined. Not two minutes went by when he called again. Giving up from the fact that he'll keep calling, I answered.

"I'm driving," I said. "Hurry up and talk because once Sara gets in, I'm hanging up."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Depends," I said. "What time?"

"One."

"In the morning?"

"Yes. What are you doing?"

"Sleeping because I have things to do in the morning."

"Brother, you are the owner of Donavan Enterprise. You're your own boss. Take the day off."

"Give me one reason why and if you say the club, I'm hanging up."

With no response coming from him, the only thing that I could guess was that 'club' was his answer. Drake loves the club. If he could, he'd make the entire club his home.

"Then let's go girls and not the club."

"Then where, Drake?" I asked, already annoyed.

"Your place."

"Man, you have me paying for your apartment rent and you don't even live there," I stated, pulling into Sara's school parking lot. "We aren't going to my place."

"Well, too late," He said as I had already parked in my parking spot. "I'm already here."

"Well, Sara's coming so don't do stupid shit."

"Okay." He said, sounding like he had food in his mouth.

"Really, fat ass?" I asked as the school bell runged.

"What? You got the good stuff here."

"Yeah. Good stuff for me," I said, climbing out. "Don't eat anything else."

"No promise," He said as the kids started running out. "You got caramel popcorn?"

"Your fat ass better not-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Drake had hung up. The dude could eat so much and not gain weight. Maybe because he only goes to work when I do, but what does he do when I don't go? The only thing that I can think of is that he fucks girls on a daily. That he does everyday without missing a day. It's a surprise that his dick hasn't fallen off.

"Daddy!" Sara yells running up to me.

"How was school?" I asked as she jumped into my arms.

"It was good because there was a lock down," She said as I put her in the back seat. "And that mommy's sleeping with Mr. Benson."

"I thought she was sleeping with Mr. Johnson." I said climbing back in the Jeep and driving off toward my place.

"I think she still is but they just don't know."

"Oh wow."

Three years ago, I made the mistake of sleeping with a girl who had a dream of meeting me. At the time, I wasnt thinking. I just needed to fuck someone and I didnt care who. Only as long it was a girl that I was fucking. Every girl that I fuck, I personally bought them birth control so they wouldn't get pregnet and black mail me with the child. Well, this girl, she didn't take the pill when Sara was born, she left her at my front office building. Ever since that day. I never saw her. The last time I heard of her was that she was a teacher at Sara's school.

Sara, on the other hand, was the best thing that could've happened in my life. She is everything that I could ever want and I love her more than life. Even if I was dead, it'll kill me since she'll be alone.

Anyway, because Drake wanted to have girls at my house, I'm taking Sara over to Ariana's place. Even though my house is huge and she could stay on the other side of the house, I don't like her at the house when Drake or I have girls over. I'd hate myself if she found out that her father was a fuckboy. When she gets older and wants to date, her boyfriend better not end up like me. That's all I'll say.

Getting home, I help Sara out. Because she took off running, I grabbed her backpack and followed her inside, sighing to myself because Drake didn't lock the door. Seeing her step in the living room confused, I walked up behind her until I saw what she was looking at.

"Daddy, whose clothes are these?" She asked as I gave her my phone and headphones.

"I don't know, but why don't you go outside in the back for a while?"

"Okay." She said, taking them and running out.

Making sure that Sara was completely outside, I gathered some girls' clothes and headed upstairs. Making my way up there, I heard nothing but grunting and moaning. Shaking my head, I followed the sounds and found Drake fucking the brains out of some girl in my guest bedroom.

"I'm sorry to interrupt this, but my brother has a place and that's where you're going." I said, tossing the girl's clothes.

"Baby, what's he talking about?" the girl asked as Drake climbed off.

"I don't know, but dont move." He said as I shocked my head and walked out.

Because my brother is the worst fuckboy and doesn't care who sees, sets me off. I could bring Sara home and also have a girl. Do I fuck the girl? Not when she's in the house. This is her home. A place where she'll be safe and comfortable. She shouldnt have to leave because I want to fuck a girl. And that's something Drake can't seem to get through his head.

"I told her that this is my house, so-"

"I don't care if you went to fuck girls. I do the same thing," I said, walking into Sara's room to pack her bag. "But I told you that she was coming."

"Sara's downstairs and-"

"I don't give a fuck, Drake. This is her house as well, man. A place where she has to come home to find a girl's clothes in the living room."

"But were we downstairs," He asked, as I threw her bag over my shoulder. "She wasn't even going to come upstairs."

"That's because I told her to go outside," I said. walking into the living room where we found Sara. "I swear if I find you doing this again while she's here-"

Before I could say anything, the girl that Drake was fucking, came down, and luckly she had his shirt on.

"You deal with her before I get back and it's the same for you," I said, picking Sara up and walking toward the door. "For now on, you're taking them to your house.

Luckily Sara still had the headphones in because I'd don't know what I'd do if she heard everything I said. I'm a really bad father and I need to change for her.

"Have she eaten?"

"No," I sighed, resting my eyes. "I just grabbed her bag and drove here."

"I'll feed her."

The only person that I see as a mother towards Sura is Ariana. Yes, she'll judge me on how I'm doing as a father, but she'll give me pointers on how to be better for Sara. And that's something that I'm working so hard on.

While Sara was eating I was washing dishes. Something that I can do since Ariana has to deal with me.

"Anything from her mother?" Ariana asked, drying dishes.

"According to Sara, she's sleeping with her math teacher."

"I thought it was the reading teacher."

"Well, she's doing them both but they don't know anything about what she's doing."

"Oh," She yawned. "How long are you planning on staying out?"

"That all depends on how long I can be out."

"If it were up to me, I wouldn't care," She said as Sara brought her plate. "But she's the one who stays up all night wondering for your safety. So, you ask her."

Finding out that Sara stays up all night, worrying about me breaks my heart. I thought she was always asleep when I was away at night. Never up late waiting for me. God. I'm a horrible father.

"Do you have homework?" I asked, finding Sara in the living room.

"No, because of the lock down," She yawned. "Are you going out?"

"That's all if it alright with you." I said, picking her up.

"I guess it is," She said, laying her head under my chin. "Just don't stay out too long."

"How long is too long?" I asked, carrying her upstairs.

"3:00 tomorrow morning."

"So, I'm allowed to stay out until 2:30 tomorrow morning?" I asked, walking into the guest bedroom she sleeps in.

"Yeah," she yawned. "Just don't die."

"I won't."

Holding her until she's completely asleep. I feel my throat tighten. Sara is only three years old, about to turn four, and here she is, staying up all night worrying about her father's safety. Something a child should never be worrying about.That's the parents job.

Staying strong for her, I tuck her in bed. Before leaving, I lean down and kiss her forehead.

"Let me worry about you, my love. That's my job." I whisper. "You rest. That's yours."

After kissing her forehead once more, I walked out. Checking the time on my watch, it shows 10:30 pm. So, I have three hours and thirty minutes. I just have to find something to do.

"What are you planning to do?" "Ariana asked once I came down.

"Might go to the club with friends."

"And party all night?" She joined.

"For three hours because I'm expected back here at 2:00 in the morning."

Saying this, I had no doubt that Ariana heard the pain in my voice. I'm not the type to cry. It's not a form of weakness. I just don't. And to be honest, I hate it. I don't know why. I just don't.

"You're not a bad father to her, Celton," She said as I sat down. "You're just new to this and you're confused."

"But it's been three years, Ariana."

"And three years she's been without a mother," She said, sitting next to me. You do too much with the company and with Sara. It's your turn. So, go clubbing and have fun."

"And I'll be back at 2:50. " I said, heading to the door.

"Just be safe," Ariana said, walking me out. "For her."

"l will." I said, walking out.

I always am. Always for her