CHAPTER FOUR
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VALENTINO’s POV.
Seeing her in that little dress almost made me want to tell all of them to leave but how could I do that to my baby girl. She has come home after two years, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable but I don't want that Tony guy ogling at her like a fool. Just the mere thought of it makes me so upset.
After freshening up and coming back downstairs, I meet her and Tony watching a movie and I clench my jaw together, didn’t he leave with his friends?
“I thought you left with the others?” I ask while lowering myself on one of the couch closest to Inara. She has a murderous look on her face but I don’t pay much attention to her, I have to protect her as long as she is with me and I am going to do that if she likes it or not.
“I don’t have anything to do even if I leave so I decided to stay a little longer” Tony responds, a smile lingering on his face.
“I see, freshman?”
“Yes sir”
“You needn’t ask him such questions.” Inara cuts in, “it will make him uncomfortable”
“I am only getting to know your friend, kitten” I tell her, “I want to know the kind of people you associate with”
“Tony” she calls out to him while pulling herself from the couch, “maybe we should just go to my room, i don’t want him making you uncomfortable”
“Uhmm…” he scratches his hair lightly as I continue to stare back at him. His answer to her question will determine if he will get to return to school unscathed.
“I think I will go now, Inara” he finally says and i relax on the couch, “gotta catch up with my mum too”
“Oh, okay then. I will walk you out”
“Thank you for having me sir”
“Of course”
I watch as the two of them make their way out of the house and after a while, Inara returns with an angry look on her face.
“It seems you want to make my life unbearable here”
She snaps while coming to stand in front of me, “whatever you do, I am not going to acknowledge you as my father”
“I never said you should do that, baby girl” I also stand up and my huge frame towers above her, “you are going to do it willingly, kitten”
I am not going to back off anymore. My little kitten brought herself to my doorstep and now I am going to tame her into what I want, I am going to make her submit willingly. That line, I am willingly to cross as long as she remains at the other end.
She cringes, “I have made up my mind, I will book a hotel and stay there until the holidays are over, it was my mistake coming here in the first place”
After she is done, she turns around and makes to leave but I grab a hold of her hand.
“I didn’t say you should leave” I tell her, “you have come home after two years, i want you to stay here”
“Then stop meddling in my affairs” she blurts.
“You know I can not do that, princess” I pull her closer to myself.
Compared to me, Inara looks so tiny and cute, I can't actually get enough of her and those plump lips of hers. She loves to coat them in red rogue making her look extra ravishing on those days.
“Just because you are big and…” her voice trails off as a smirk appears on my face,
“Just let go of me” she snaps her hand away from mine and makes her way upstairs. I don’t bother to stop her as I watch her make her way up the stairs angrily, she really needs to cover up more in the house because..
My thoughts are cut short when the mobile in my hand begins to ring and the moment I see the caller ID, my eyes darken. The nerve of him to call me.
“Why have you called?” I ask as soon as I press the phone against my ear.
“Your lawyers called me, Mr valesquez” he replies, “you possibly won’t sue a small company like mine for theft, yeah?”
“The nerve of you to call me after what you did. You are lucky I am only sueing you, don’t make me more upset or I will burn your company to the ground”
After I got to the office, after a few investigations I found out that one of my employees leaked the information of our new game to mixcol, a tiny company and they made a game exactly with that information.
“I will do what you say Mr Valesquez, you do not..
“Speak to my lawyers” I cut him off and end my call.
My attention is drawn back to the 80s music playing from her room and I chuckle lightly, she loves her 80s music.
*******
I didn’t see Inara again until this morning when I walk into the kitchen and I see her fixing some breakfast.
This is a first, she never enters the kitchen. Even in school, she has someone who does that for her so why?
I lean on the door frame and continue to stare back at her, she is oblivious to the fact that I am standing behind her.
Inara is putting on a silk nightdress that stops above her knees and I can see all of her inside of it. I am not sure if she is doing this on purpose but whatever this daughter of mine is doing, I love it.
After finishing what she is doing, Inara turns and her gaze rests on me, she immediately rolls her eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Making breakfast, what else”
“The last I checked, you didn’t even know how to make toast so..
“I can make what I want to eat, Mr Valesquez”
The way that name sounds feels so good and I purposely like hearing her call me that, her accent is one in a million and I never get tired of listening to her. Maybe you can call it an obsession with the voice.
“It’s a Sunday, I thought you would go to church”
“I am not”
After that, she returns her focus back on what she is cooking. This is when I walk up behind her and peek into the pot, I feel her breath hitch immediately and she swallows hard.
Her lavender scent filters into my nostrils and my lips curl up when I see the tattoo on her neck.
“You didn’t tell me you got a tattoo” I whisper into her ear, “it is beautiful..
“You are…” her voice trails off for a moment , “you are too close for comfort, Mr va….” The words hang in her throat when I press my hands against her waist and gently pull her away from the gas,
“Let me fix you something to eat, baby girl”
For a moment she is silent and keeps staring at me. I know she has a lot to say and I was eagerly waiting for her to start talking.
“I can make my own breakfast, you don’t have to make it for me” this time her voice is more calm and inviting. It feels like she means something entirely different from what she is saying.
“I am stopping you from burning down my house, princess” I tell her, “because if you burn this house down, I will have to spend millions of dollars in putting up another structure such as this”
She doesn’t say anything and just continues to stare at me, I can feel her gaze bearing into my back. I can guess what she is thinking.
After about five minutes, I turn off the gas and return my attention to her.
She does not shift her gaze away from me, Inara keeps staring even though she knows I am looking at her.
“You know I didn’t kill your mum, right?” I ask her, a conversation I have avoided having with her since the day she told me I was the one who killed her mother,
“Life happened and I swear I didn’t have a hand in her death. I married her, why will I do that”
“You do not need to explain anything to me, Mr valesquez” she finally cuts me off, “that’s your burden to carry and not mine. Maybe I wasn’t meant to have a father figure seeing that my real father also died three months after I was born” she scoffs and rakes her fingers through her hair, “maybe I am not meant to even be alive”
My gaze travels down to her plump lips and I bite down on my lips gently. I can swear that if she wasn’t my supposed daughter, I would have snatched her up and claimed those rosy lips.
I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my head, I shouldn’t be thinking about her in that manner.
“You can always call me daddy” I tell her but she shakes her head in the negative.
“I can not do that,” Inara says.
“Why?”
“Because I just can’t!!” She snaps, “don’t you get it? You are not my father and you will never be”
“Then why have you come to me?” I inquire, this time I take a step closer to her, her head raising up to meet my gaze,
“You stayed away for two years because you hate me, why have you come back, princess?”
Inara swallows hard but doesn’t say anything, her gaze still on me.
“Are you going to make breakfast or should I do my thing?” She folds her hands against her chest and that is when I notice she has piercings on her n*****s through her silk nightdress, a lump immediately forms in my throat.
“Go change into something appropriate” i finally tell her and turn away from her, “I will call you when breakfast is ready”
“Why?” Her voice filters into my ear, “don’t I look good in this?”
I clench my jaw together, need i tell her that she looks too good with her n*****s peeking out like that?
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