Page 5 of Bred By Dad’s Boss (Bred By A Daddy)

Darius

" S on of a bitch!" I know my shouted curse can be heard down the hall, but I genuinely couldn't give a fuck anymore. I've never felt so much anger surge through me as I did when I saw the dead man walking trap my woman.

As soon as she left, I made a call. Security has taken Jimmy away, keeping him safe from me, physically.

Firing him immediately has calmed my nerves momentarily, but I won't rest until he's unemployable anywhere in the state.

By the time I'm done destroying him, he won't be hired to pick up dog shit at the park.

As livid as I was over his behavior, I heard Ivy tell him that she was dating someone.

Her confession makes me see red. I'm too late.

Someone else has already claimed her. I thrust my fingers through my hair, pulling hard, the pain helping me contain my rage as I pace maniacally around my office, muttering obscenities.

Nothing on her social media mentioned a boyfriend.

She's never met up with anyone on her outings. How the fuck could I have missed it?

My calendar beeps with a reminder, pulling me from my ranting back to reality.

Glancing at my computer, I see that tomorrow is her birthday.

Well, that’s something. I can provide her with a gift no one else can, especially some kid .

Determined to find the perfect gift, I grab my jacket from the back of my chair and head out the door, telling my assistant I’ll be out for the rest of the day over my shoulder.

A plan forming in my mind, I send off a quick text as I make my way to my car in the parking garage, backing out quickly and heading downtown.

I arrive twenty minutes later, the valet taking my car and the doorman showing me to a private waiting area.

As time drags by, my foot is tapping to release some of my nervous energy and I nearly shoot out of my chair when the door opens, Laslo walking into the room with a case in his hand, two hours later.

“Las, tell me you got it,” I say quickly, not messing around with pleasantries when such an important matter is before me.

He chuckles at my rush. “Yes, my friend. I have it. But it will cost you. Rush job, you know.” I roll my eyes, knowing that he will find any excuse to charge a premium, especially for those he calls a friend. He moves the case to the display table, opening it slowly.

I move behind him, eager to see if his creation is worthy to be around Ivy’s delicate throat.

I gasp when he sets the delicate choker on the black satin.

Platinum in an intricate filigree design has been inlaid with striking ice blue aquamarines and perfect diamonds.

The final touch is a camouflaged lock instead of a clasp at the back, to which I will have the only key.

My cock gets hard thinking about Ivy wearing my gift.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Las,” I admit, clapping him on the back.

“I knew it was the perfect piece, but your modification is just what I needed.” Laslo puts the choker back in the case, handing it to me carefully, like he would a child.

I pull out my credit card and hand it to him.

I wince when he tells me the total, but I’d buy a hundred of these for Ivy without batting an eye if that’s what she wanted.

Whistling as I walk out of the store to my car, I can’t help but feel a little burst of optimism.

I have the perfect birthday gift for the perfect birthday girl.

I’m conveniently ignoring the fact that she is only turning nineteen tomorrow.

Now I just have to deal with the boyfriend and she’ll be mine.

I collect Midas from the sitter when I get home, prepared to take him out for a long walk to burn off my nervous excitement.

My phone dings, a notification from my tracking app.

Where are you, babygirl? I muse, wondering what she’s up to.

I look up the address, immediately furious.

“Fuck!” I seethe, walking quickly to my room to put on appropriate attire.

Midas’s head cocking to the side at my angry curse.

“Sorry boy, no walk tonight. Ivy isn’t where she’s supposed to be. ”

I drive quickly to the restaurant on the other side of town, multiple scenarios playing through my head.

Ivy, out on a date, unhappy. Ivy, out on a date, happy.

Ivy, out on a date, unable to get away from a perverted fucker I’ll destroy with a smile on my face.

The leather steering wheel creaks beneath my grip as I force myself to calm down and drive the speed limit.

When I arrive, a valet takes my car, but I pace in front of the restaurant, willing myself to breathe normally as I peek in the window, trying to see my Ivy.

I see her in a darkened corner, but I can’t see who she’s with.

Gritting my teeth, I head inside. I walk past the hostess, shooing her away as I move quickly through the crowded dining room toward my woman.

Angelic laughter cuts off as I tower over her, grabbing her upper arm and dragging her against my body, ready to drag her into the night.

“M-Mister Slater?” she asks breathily, looking up into my eyes, her brows drawn together in confusion.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” A nervous giggle from behind me makes my head turn, looking at the girls sitting at the table.

I release Ivy, stepping back slightly. “My apologies, ladies.” I bow slightly, a smile pasted on my lips, the one I use to put people at ease in the boardroom. “Ivy, might I have a moment in private?” I ask, holding an arm out to escort her to a quieter area.

“Um… Okay, I guess,” she stammers, still confused about what’s happening.

I can feel the warmth of her silky hand even through my suit jacket and dress shirt, the heat shooting straight to my cock.

“Wh-where are we going, Mr. Slater?” she asks quietly, trailing behind me as we weave through the crowd.

I nod at the floor manager, an old friend, before ducking behind a curtain into an empty private dining room. I pull a chair out for Ivy, making sure she’s comfortable before sitting across from her. “Now will you tell me why you’re here?” she asks, a hint of attitude in her words.

I chuckle, my hand itching to bend her over my lap and come down on her sexy cheeks to punish her for her bratty tone.

“I…” I’ve never been so nervous, unsure of how to explain my presence.

“I just had to know, Ivy.” I say, purposefully vague.

I don’t want to scare her away with my obsession, not when she’s so close to being mine.