"Let me take you out tonight," he asked as he leaned a hip against my desk.

I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest with a smile, "To that place we went on our first date?"

He smirked and I just knew he was thinking about that night, "You always fück on the first date?"

I blushed and then rolled my eyes, "I was a virgin so that's impossible."

The smirk was still present, "Yeah, you were a little virgin slüt for Daddy, weren't you?"

"Oh, my God, Dominic. Cocky, much?"

I was glad that he hadn't made me feel weird for telling him that I loved him. I was glad that everything was still the same between us.

We were still flirting like we weren't supposed to and I was still getting hot and bothered at his words. I was glad that the excitement didn't end just because the secrecy did.

"You have no idea," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes again, but he leaned down and placed his hand around my throat and squeezed lightly, "Roll your eyes at me again, Princess. I might love you, but I'll still turn that ass red after it's healed."

My eyes widened and I felt like my panties were useless at this point. I shouldn't even be wearing any, to be honest, as they were soaked. I should probably start bringing extra.

He kissed my cheek lightly, "Do you understand, Princess?"

I bit my lip and looked into his eyes, "Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

He let go of my neck and straightened up, "We'll leave right after work. How does that sound?"

"Fine, Sir. May I ask where we're going?"

He smirked again before gently running his fingers from my temple to my jaw, "No, you may not."

I pouted my lip, but he only leaned down and kissed me once before turning around and heading back to his desk.

***

"So, I really don't get to know?"

We were sitting in his car now as he sped through downtown.

He sighed and smiled as he squeezed my knee, "It's a new place they just completed."

He turned down a street and immediately we were in a line of cars.

"A traffic jam?"

He chuckled, "No, this is the line for the restaurant."

I looked over at him and felt my eyes widened, "We'll be here for hours!"

He chuckled again before turning on his blinker and moving over into the left lane, "Who am I, Genevieve?"

I sat back in my seat as he drove past luxury car after luxury car until we were right at the front door, "Um, Dominic Blackstone?"

He nodded and placed the car in park with the flashers on, right there in the middle of the fucking street, "And do you think I wait hours for a table at a restaurant?"

He got out and walked around to me. I noticed a few paparazzi around the entrance and I blushed as I remembered my first run in with them.

As we walked up to the door, cameras were flashing and people were asking if he had broken up with Jasmine for me, if he left her a single mother, and if he had actually been having an affair with me the entire time.

I blushed but held my head high. I didn't feel guilty for being with Dominic and I shouldn't have to. I could only hope that when the photos were published I would look like I belonged next to him.

An older man with a chefs hat and a white coat met us at the podium, "Mr. Blackstone! We've been expecting you."

"Percy, you know I wouldn't miss it for the world," Dominic took the mans hand in his and shook it.

"Table for you and your lady?" The man looked down at me and smiled.

"A booth, please, Percy," Dominic answered, "And please have your valet take care of my car outside," he handed his keys to the man.

"Of course, Sir." He looked expectantly at the hostess behind the podium and she grabbed a few menus before guiding us through the packed restaurant.

She brought us to a rounded booth in the far corner. We could see everything from this table.

I slid in, careful not to mess up the table cloth as I moved to the center.

"We'll have a water and a—" he looked down at me.

"Oh, a sweet tea, thanks," I smiled at the girl.

She nodded with a flirtatious smile at Dominic, "Your server will be with you shortly."

"Thank you...Amanda."

She blushed and he smirked at her before she mumbled out a 'You're welcome' before leaving.

He slid in next to me and grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles.

"Sucking up now," I asked, slightly annoyed.

He cocked an eyebrow, "What would I be sucking up for?"

I pulled my hand from his, "Flirting with the hostess. How did you even know her name?"

He leaned closer and pushed my hair over my shoulder before kissing my neck, "Her name tag, Princess. And I wasn't flirting. I don't flirt with anyone but you."

He pulled my face to his and kissed me lightly, "I love you."

I was frozen for a moment, still not use to him saying it yet. My heart was racing as we looked at each other and I knew I could get lost in his amber eyes. They were like honey, like bourbon, like the most beautiful color I'd ever seen.

"Say it for Daddy," he whispered as he looked down at my lips.

I wet my lips, "I love you, Daddy."

He leaned down and kissed me harshly before pulling back a bit and nipping my bottom lip.

He leaned back and put his arm on the top of the booth and around my shoulder, "And anyway, I would hate for you to roundhouse kick that poor girl."

I laughed at the sudden change in topic, "I can't do that, but I could punch her."

He hummed with a smile on his lips, "But you won't."

It was my turn to arch an eyebrow, "You wanna fucking bet? Let me catch her making eyes at you again."

He smirked and brought my hand down to the front of his suit pants. I gasped as I realized how hard he was.

He leaned back in again, "She can make eyes at me all she wants, but I'm all yours."

I squeezed his erection and brushed my lips against his, "Damn right, you are."

He pushed my hand off of him as he pulled away, "I'm going to end up fucking you right here in this booth if you don't stop. I didn't bring you here to leave halfway through like the last time."

Somewhere between us being all over each other the waiter brought our drinks to us and left. I blushed at what he might've heard, but then suddenly didn't care.

I smiled as I took a sip of my tea, "Then why did you bring me here?"

His thumb was rubbing my shoulder lightly as he looked into my eyes, "I want to get to know you better. You were right, I know almost nothing about you."

I blushed and looked down at the table, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything."