Staying With Daddy – Part One

He hadn’t seen his daughter in years – wasn’t allowed after the divorce – and it had shocked him to see the beautiful young woman she had grown into. He picked her up from the airport and tried his best not to stare at her on the drive back to his house. She had drank a little too much on the plane from whichever country she had been living in this time, obviously as nervous about meeting her father for the first time in fifteen years as he was about meeting her.

She stood no taller than five foot, the top of her head reaching his chest, but she had developed an amazing set of curves, and her face had become more angular and striking. Her hair was dyed black and cut short, the dark thick waves just touching her shoulders.

The meeting had been an awkward one at first. Patrick had hugged her too hard, let his hand linger around her waist for too long, inhaled her scent too deeply. She seemed cold and reserved to begin with but a few more bottles of wine had relaxed them both.

“Didn’t you miss me?” Violet asked him, her elbows propped up on the kitchen counter and her chin resting in both her hands. She watched him as he tried to cook through the heady drunkenness.

“Of course I did, puppy,” he told her. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her properly but he saw her shifting nervously out of the corner of his eye and knew she remembered the nickname he had called her when she was little, just as he did.

The room was spinning slightly for Violet. In her father’s presence and under the influence of more alcohol than she could usually handle, she let her mind wander to the different men she had fucked. Violet had started young, sleeping with any man who would show her affection, but the longer she stared at Patrick she realised that they all shared his features. He was older now, but still just as tall and lean as she remembered from her childhood. His jawline was sharp, covered with a tidy and short now-greying beard. His hair was still as thick and he still wore it combed back but she knew it came from running his hand through it too much.

“Didn’t you want me?” She asked, her bottom lip jutted out. Look at me, she thought, beginning to anger at how cold he was being as he continued chopping food, give me some fucking attention.

He looked up at her and smiled, handling the knife in his hands expertly. “More than anything,” he confessed. Violet was still leaning against the counter, her round bubble butt jutting out, and from this angle he could see the full curve of her breasts down the front of her top.

“I still do want you,” he said, continuing to chop.

“Good,” Violet said indignantly, taking a large mouthful of wine. “Because I’ve always wanted you back. But I hated you for leaving me with mum.”

Patrick chuckled softly as he put the ingredients into the pan. He gave them a stir and watched them begin to sizzle, thinking of how to answer. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the kitchen counter, looking at his daughter from across the room.

“You know how I feel about your mother,” he began, “but I knew she would take care of you. Look at who you’ve grown into – you have to give her some credit.”

“You don’t know who I’ve grown into,” Violet laughed harshly. Patrick felt it like a stab to his chest, but he knew he couldn’t judge her for carrying around the anger and abandonment he had caused her.

“I raised myself,” Violet continued, her voice taking on a meaner edge as she jabbed her own chest with her thumb to emphasise her point. “Mum was a mess after you left! Just sat in front of the television all day – no washing, no cooking, no help with school. And you can forget discipline, there was none of that.” She paused to take another drink of wine, remembering her nights with strangers, taking things she shouldn’t have taken and doing things she shouldn’t have done. “A young girl can have too much freedom sometimes.”

Patrick poured boiling water over the pasta and left it to cook. He walked over to Violet slowly, and she felt as though she could have cried when she realised she had forgotten the calm and soothing effect his presence had. He pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head.

“I’m sorry, puppy.” Violet looked up at him, her chin resting on his chest. He cupped her cheek, the palm of his hand cradling her small delicate face while his thumb stroked her bottom lip. “Daddy will have to do his best to make up for that lack of discipline, won’t he?”

She nodded eagerly like the child he remembered her as, only the look in her eyes was the hunger of a woman as she took his thumb into her mouth and sucked it softly.

“Were you a bad little girl?” he asked softly, unable to believe the situation they were slowly finding themselves in.

Violet nodded again and mumbled an “M-hm” around his thumb.