Daddy's propperty

I'm running towards my aunt. She loves me, unlike my parents. She would do anything for me. I’m hugging her to death, I haven't seen her in months.“Darling, I can’t breathe” “Sorry” I blush. And step a bit back. She laughs at me and I blush even harder.

"Darla!" I flinch at the loud sound of her voice. "Yes, mom. Coming" Here we go, another boring business meeting with rich bald fat old men and snobby women. I walk over to my mother and make myself mentally ready. We walk through the dark oak doors. And of course bald fat old men. I see my dad sitting at the large table next to other men. My mother and I walk past them to the woman's lounge. But before we left the room I heard the man at the head of the table say something and stood still to listen. "Gentlemen, I'm to inform you that mister Andolini couldn't come." There were some murmurs to this on where I could catch a few. "Why couldn't the Capo come?" I heard a man with a thick Italian accent say. "I heard the Capo is searching for a wife, maybe he might have found someone?" and "I heard that the Capo is making a deal with the Russians." "I thought he was dealing with a mole." Who is the Capo? What does it mean? What are they saying about him?

"Darla!" My mom whisper yelled harshly at me. I found myself still standing on the same spot. "What are you doing? Hurry along." I started walking immediately.

We came inside the room and saw a lot of women. There were a lot of young women as well. Dirty old pigs. Marrying a girl half or thrice your age. Not that they mind, as you can see all the designer clothes and expensive jewelry. I want a sugar daddy as well, but he does have to look good, if I see all those men in that room I would definitely not want to have one of them as my sugar daddy. Just thinking about it makes me want to puke. I see these women scratch that girls don't have a problem with that.

My family is really rich but my parents like to keep the money for themselves and give me the minimum. But that's not the only reason, I want someone who cares for me, holds me and loves me.

I walk over to a chair in the far corner of the room and get my phone out of my purse. I scrolled through my Instagram page and liked a few posts before going over to read some stories. After a few minutes, my aunt sits in front of me. I put my phone down as we start a conversation. A while later she goes again and I stand up to get some snacks. I walk over to the pastries and pick one. I see the two girls next to me talking in hushed words so I start to eavesdrop as the nosy person I am.

"I would definitely let him rail me, have you seen that body?" The blond one groans. "Me too, the Capo is just so hot, even though he's already forty." The brunette says. The Capo, who is this man? I walk away tired of their conversation and go back to my spot. I pull my phone out again and search Capo. 'Capo is an Italian word, transferred to English it means; Boss.' Oh, so this man is some Boss. But from what. I google further but can't find anything. I sigh and shut my phone off. I excuse myself to the bathroom. I fix my make-up and hair, I walk out of the restrooms and see a dog run down the hallway as I trail it with my eyes. Weird. I get back in the lounge and see half of the women already left. I walk over to my mom and see if she's ready to go, I can seem to get her attention so I walk out of the room, but I see my dad heading to the cigar lounge. Guess that my ride home was canceled.

I got to the elevator and press ground level. The elevator stopped three times for people to enter. I find it always awkward to be there with random strangers. I couldn't wait to get out of here. The elevator opens again and I see where at my level. I get out but walk straight into a man and stumble backward, I quietly mutter an apology and start to walk away but the man holds my arm and prevents me from moving any further. I look at the hand on my arm, cold rings on it, I let my head move slowly upwards. I find a body muscle but lean, his blouse is tight around his pecks giving the clear identification that he works out a lot. I let my eyes trail higher and see a jawline that could cut diamonds and with light stubble. He has pink lips and a straight nose. And his eyes are an icy blue. His hair is jet-black. He is beautiful.

And my eyes trail back to the hand on my arm. My brows furrow in confusion. "Watch your feet beautiful." And with that, he walks away in the elevator. I stood there for a while, looking at the elevator doors. Who was that? And why did I feel such an attraction to him? I've never felt like this for somebody, I don't do boyfriends, I don't do hook-ups or one-night stands. Hell, I'm a virgin for God's sake. Then why did I feel attracted to him? I shook my head and cleared my thoughts. It doesn't matter, it's not like I'll ever see him again. I don't live here. I live in LA, not in New York. Tomorrow I'll just fly home and it'll feel like none of this ever happened.

But no matter how hard I try, I can't get him out of my head.