CHAPTER TWELVE

DADDY

music played in the background as Cindy's eyelids finally fluttered open. Unbeknownst to her, she had been asleep for the past few hours. Duncan had carried her from the airport, to the car, to the hotel suite.

Following the sound of the music, the teenager made her way out of the large bedroom and into an open sitting room. On the couch sat her stepfather, typing away on his laptop as always. He was completely focused, utterly unaware of her presence. Leaning against the door frame, she watched him quietly for a few minutes, admiring his focused expression. From his lovely eyes, to the stubble on his face, he was a Greek god to her.

"Where are we?" She asked softly, trying her best not to startle him. His eyes finally left his computer screen, a smile tugging on his lips when he saw her. He tried his best not to show his true emotions towards her but so far he was failing.

"Look outside, cherie."

Cindy picked up on the French pet name at the end of his suggestion, one of her eyebrows raised in suspicion. She had an idea of where they were. However, once she opened the French styled doors and stepped onto the balcony, her hunch was confirmed. Miles away, but still in perfect view, was the Eiffel Tower in all its glory.

Turning around, she ran inside and left the warm afternoon air for the air conditioned hotel room. A large smile was on her face, her baby blue eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity. "Duncan!"

He chuckled at her reaction, knowing he had down well in picking their first location. It was wrong to bring his stepdaughter, the one he adored more than he should, to the city of love but he couldn't help himself. Ever since she had revealed that she dreamed of traveling to Paris during one of their many conversations, it had become his goal to take her.

"Welcome to Paris, Cin."

Where is Cindy?

She isn't answering any of my

texts.

12:55 PM

Why would I know?

12:57 PM

You're her best friend.

You know everything.

Where is she?

12:58 PM

Fine!

She's in Paris with Duncan.

But you didn't hear that from

me.

1:02 PM

Justin locked his phone, shoving it in the back pocket of his pants. "Alexandria said that Cindy's in Paris with Duncan." He told the older blonde that sat across from him.

"What the fuck is she doing in Paris with our stepfather?" Melanie asked, her imagination beginning to run wild. "Our mother doesn't even fucking know where she is."

Justin shrugged, not completely understanding why Melanie, Cindy's older and more attractive sister, had even contacted Justin. The pair had never spoken more than a few words to one another but she had reached out to him earlier that morning asking for a favor. Why she cares where her sister was, he didn't know.

"My mother's going to love this." Melanie said, more to herself than Justin. "Thanks for your help, J." With that, the older Blaine daughter got up from the shared table and exited the small coffee shop.

Had Duncan taken his step daughter clear across the world without his wife's permission? Sure. Had he whisked Cindy away in the early morning light and enjoyed every second of it? Yes. He had enjoyed it so much so that the thought of consequences from Misty or the fact that she wouldn't know where her youngest daughter was didn't appear in his mind.

No. Instead, the only thing on his mind was the little girl that happily navigated the streets of Paris in front of him.

The young girl wore a cute white dress covered in little red roses that stopped mid-thigh. Her light blonde hair was pinned back by a cherry red beret, the same color as the roses on her dress. Duncan had bought the outfit for her as it was an impromptu trip that she hadn't planned for. The outfit made her look like an angel in his eyes but as the warm summer breeze gently blew the hem of the dress upwards and exposed her cotton panties to the man, he wanted to corrupt the little angel.

His YSL boots hit the stone road as he took his time walking behind the curious teenager. His blue eyes never left the subject of his desire and he found himself studying the cherries sewn into the white cotton more than he would like to admit.

To make matters worse, he had gotten her a red lollipop that she happily enjoyed as she looked at different street vendors. The sucker made her lips red and Duncan so badly wished that the girl was sucking on something else.

Her attire and curious nature combined made her seem years younger then seventeen, almost like a small child. However, the man wasn't complaining. It just made her more precious in his mind.

Noticing that Duncan was no longer a few feet behind her but instead a few yards, the girl turned on her sandled foot, making her way back towards the man. While he was normally uptight, he seemed completely relaxed for once.

"Hi D," she grinned, giving him her million dollar smile. Her smile made him weak to his knees and in that moment he knew without a doubt he would do anything in his power to see it again and again.

"Hello darling," he said softly, stopping in the middle of the road. This caused the flow of traffic to have to go around the pair but neither of them noticed, too busy staring at the other.

In that moment, it was just them. All the bottled up feelings of attraction and adoration were finally released. The two of them were in a country far away where nobody knew them. In Paris, they weren't thirty and seventeen or stepdaughter and stepfather. In Paris, they were simply Duncan and Cindy.

Still slightly nervous and not wanting to throw caution completely into the wind, the young girl grabbed ahold of the older man's hand, and quickly led him into the alleyway between two buildings.

"D, I know we shouldn't and I know it's compete wrong, but please kiss me." The girl begged.

Maybe it was innocent outfit she wore or the intoxicating atmosphere of the City of Love. Perhaps it was the way her beautiful eyes practically begged him or the way her nickname for him fell from her red lips. Either way, he happily fulfilled her plea.

Gently backing her again the brick wall of one of the two buildings, his hands traveled from her small waistline to the hem of her dress. His pink lips attached to her red stained ones and both of their eyes were closed.

His large hands made their way under the fabric of her dress and she didn't notice until she felt warmth on the lower portion of her bum. His thumbs gently caressed the skin right below her panty line.

Duncan's tongue swiped over her bottom lip and she happily allowed him entrance to her mouth. She didn't even fight for dominance with him, her usual flair not there. She had completely given into him.

Butterflies were in her stomach as she held onto his biceps for support, the feeling of his warm tongue on her's making her knees extremely weak. Just when Cindy thought she couldn't take it any longer, Duncan pulled away.

Resting his forehead against her's, he slowly opened his eyes to find her already looking at him in utter adoration.

"Duncan-" she opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by a finger to her lips.

"Daddy." He corrected her. "Call me daddy."