Page 7 of Restless Obsession

DaddyV. Just thinking about him, I couldn’t help but wonder for the millionth time what the V stood for. Vince? Victor? Vance? I sighed as I looked down at my phone, his contact info already saved and added in to my contacts as just Daddy with a Batman picture I’d found online holding a tiny Hello Kitty next to him.

The moment I’d seen it, I’d thought of him and me.

I wasn’t sure why, but I had a feeling he’d be that big, fierce protector who would do anything, cross any boundary for the woman he loved. What would that feel like? To be loved to the point of obsession? To be the center of someone’s universe without a shadow of a doubt? To have someone you could count on no matter what?

Someone who saw you for more than what you did and loved who you were through and through.

I chewed on my thumbnail, nervously contemplating what to do.

After I’d cammed privately with DaddyV, I’d taken a nap and then made some lunch. I’d worked on a puzzle I’d picked up on a whim, and once my back had started to hurt from hunching over my kitchen table, I’d made myself a little snack plate with cheese and fruits and took a long bath.

A bath where I’d teased my body up but hadn’t touched myself.

Any time I tried now when I was on my own, I couldn’t seem to get off completely. The only way I could now was when I was chatting with DaddyV.

Now, freshly showered, then pacing in my oversized tee and panties, I was sitting on my couch and stared at his contact information.

I’d never called or texted a subscriber before.

I’d had my share of men give me their numbers. They’d plead and beg to give them a ring, to give them a chance to get to know them in the real world, but I’d never crossed that line. I’d never even been tempted to, no matter how much money they offered.

But DaddyV was different. I knew it to my soul. There was no way I could stop feelings from forming because they already existed. I liked him. I more than liked him. He was funny and fiercely protective, even if it was just behind a screen.

Deep down, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to resist calling him.

Me: Hi V. It’s, Lucy.

I typed out and quickly deleted it. I couldn’t tell him my real name. Right? That would be too much too fast and seriously stupid!

Me: Hi V. It’s me.

My heart felt like it was about to explode right out of my chest when I hit Send. I couldn’t blink. For half a second, I wondered if I had fucked up by texting, but then I saw it. The READ signal and three little bubbles popping up to let me know he was typing back.

Holy shit! He is typing back!

Daddy V: Hi Me. How are you, Sunny girl?

Sunny girl! He knew who I was! This was good, right? It meant he wasn’t some kind of player handing his number out to anyone in a skirt. Unless he called everyone his Sunny girl. My brows bunched at the acid that churned in my gut at the thought. Jealousy like I’d never felt swelled up inside of me.

I was being ridiculous! He wasn’t mine. Not really.

Me: I’m good… just sitting here thinking about you.

I hit Send and winced. I bit my thumbnail. Shit! Was that too much?! Guys freak out when— I jumped, almost coming out of my skin, when my phone rang. Before I even looked at it, I knew who it was. My heart raced and hand shook when I reached for my phone. Without bothering to look at the screen, I hit Answer and pressed the phone to my ear.

“Hi,” I whispered. Okay, so, usually, I wasn’t shy, but in that moment, I was woman enough to admit nerves were getting the better of me. Time slowed and blood rushed with an almost deafening roar in my ears.

What would he sound like?

Old?

Young?

Would he even be a he?

“Hey, gorgeous,” he broke the silence. His deep, rich voice felt like a caress over my skin, making me break out into goose flesh all while feeling like a soothing balm.

“Hey.” I swallowed hard. “You called,” I breathed out.