Ana's Daddy

Chapter 7

Chapter 7



Walking through the campus, taking in the sounds and chatter from young, hopeful men and women, makes me reminisce about my own college experience. I remember the hopes, dreams, and plans for the future I had. It makes me smile when I recall all the parties and girls. Oh yes, I was a party animal, and I assume one could say I was a fuckboy. My college years were mostly finding a new girl at each party to f**k; the longest I had a girl was a week or two until I met my now ex-wife. My ex-wife was a bright spot in my lonely life that turned out to be a dark period after not too long.

Yes, I hate the name Carla.

Of course, I know it's unreasonable to hate a name, but it was my ex-wife's name.

I stand outside of a building; it's not that I can't find my way around. I hold lectures here once in a while. No, I stand there in a trans as the most captivating eyes hold my gaze. I can't look away. I don't possess the willpower. I stand there like an old fool looking into the gigantic window to the café where an angel sits. Her mesmerizing blue-gray eyes hold me captive; she possesses such beauty I would love to stare at her all day and night. She looked into my eyes as well. The world froze when our gaze connected; it was just her and me. Time stopped, and the earth stopped on its axis. I long to know my angel's name; I deeply crave to hold her to my chest and never let her go. All thoughts disappeared along with the magical spell that held our eyes connected when my phone rang. I pull it out of my pocket and answer that call and sound more stern than I wanted. The person broke the sweetest moment I had in a very long time. I glance at my angel again and smile to excuse the interruption.

The only tangible thought I have is I want to see her again.

Sadly, I had to walk away from her; I was wondering before my phone rang if it would be terrible to screw that lecture and instead step into that café. To have coffee with her and take the chance to talk to my angel.

I walked at a swift pace toward the auditorium that was assigned for my lecture, and in my mind was a beautiful young woman, the woman I wanted to get to know.

The call was from the college asking if I was running late. I am usually very early when I hold lectures. The lectures are beneficial to the college and for my company, as I get to meet soon-to-be graduated men and women who are in need of a job. I get stopped by some professors; as always, they give some papers with the names of students they wholeheartedly recommend for my company. While I stand there trying hard to concentrate on the conversation, I see students walking by us to go into the auditorium. My mind won't easily let go of the amazing angel I saw. I will find a way to find her again.

I walk into the auditorium; I can't breathe. My heart skips a few beats. f*****g hell, there she is in the front row, talking to a girl next to her. Oh, dear God, she's even more beautiful up close. My angel is so beautiful and sexy. I need to repeat it in my mind: a young woman. Yes, she is young. I must be more than 20 years her senior. I know it's wrong, but I can't seem to care or feel bad for how profoundly I want her. I never wanted love again. I can't say it's love or lust. I want her. I need to know her. Oh god, let me have her in my life.

I need to know everything there is to know about her.

The silence is deafening.

I laugh internally.

It's me they are waiting for and me to start my lecture.

It makes me smile, and I make eye contact with the beautiful woman that occupies my mind. I scan the room and start my lecture, but I can't go long without looking at her. I feel so much joy every time because each time she smiles at me, I see a slight blush. Damn it, it makes me feel like a possessive 20-year-old man who wants to claim the woman he has chosen. That's not me; I long to know she's in my life for now. I want to have her in my life in whatever way she thinks is acceptable.

By the end of the lecture, many students always try to sell themselves to get a position in my company, which is ever-growing. To my surprise, the friend of my angel was quick to say hello and present herself and her friend, the woman I loved to know the name of.

Ana is a lovely name for the most attractive girl.

I am annoyed by others pushing them away from me to get their chance to talk to me. My eyes never leave her. I now know her first name. I will get to know the rest so I can find her again. I see her friend pulling Ana by the hand out of the auditorium; my eyes follow until I can't see them. I get unreasonably upset with every annoying 20-year-old wanting to get to talk to me. I have no patience for them, nor do I have any wish to speak with them. All I want is to follow her. To talk to her. I excuse myself and tell them I must go; I'm a busy man with a company to run. Sure, it's true, but right now, my company or business meetings are far from my thoughts. It's only her, Ana.

Damn, I love her name; it suits her so well.

I rush away from all the college students in the auditorium with the hopes of catching up with Ana. I enter the hallways, and I can't see her anywhere. Did I lose her?

I stride with determined steps toward the college administration; I need information.

If needed, I will resort to questionable tricks. I want to know where to find her.

With my charms and threats, all I could get was her full name, nothing more.

Ana Alice Davis

It is enough for now; I will get my company security and my PI on this.

I am determined to find her.

To get the chance to know her.

I yearned to have half the chance.

Walking out of the building towards the company car that's picking me up, I suddenly stop. I froze. Ana is hugging a young man. f**k is that her boyfriend?

Fucking hell, I never felt such jealousy that is now burning like hellfire in my heart.

What are these feelings I am having? It all is confusing me.

I watch as Ana gets into the car with the man.

Sweet Ana, you will be in my company soon enough and not his.

I take my phone and text my PI and tell him I have an urgent job for him, and I ask him to meet me at my office within an hour.