Page 7 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)

“Yeah. My dad used to work here. I grew up with this level of testosterone.” I flick my fingers dismissively at the testosterone-filled room. “You know the tattoos some of them have on their forearms? They’re a reference back to their military experience. Who they served with. My dad’s was for the 5th Special Forces Group.”

He’d been a Green Beret in the late 90s and early 2000s.

It’s what sparked his career in intelligence since he performed a lot of special reconnaissance in the Middle East.

Gathering information from denied areas.

It made him an absolute badass.

A man that was hard to get things past, even if he had blinders for me.

The amount of shit he let me get away with…

It’s what made me such a brat.

Mom always said I had him wrapped around my little finger, but the man was allowed a modicum of softness when it came to me.

I swear it’s the only time he let himself shed that hard persona.

Maybe when he and Mom were alone, but I never really saw any of that.

Not with Mom’s rigidness and drive.

Dad was always a softy for me though.

He gave me everything I wanted.

It’s his fault that I have the attitude I do.

That I demand what I want and won’t let anyone else tell me I can’t have it.

That once I know what works for me, I won’t take anything less.

God, I miss him.

I miss the way I felt whole when he hugged me.

After a whole year without him, it’s the thing I miss the most.

Not the money.

Not the protection.

Not the prestige or how he made me feel like a princess.

It’s definitely his hugs and the way I could cuddle up with him on the couch and watch a movie and feel like the world was safe and calm.

A world that shattered too completely when his friends—Grant, Trent, and Oliver—showed up at the front door to tell us what happened.

Or a version that they thought my mother and I could handle.

I still believe that the sanitized version was meant to keep me from digging.

How little they knew about me.

I will never let it go.

The basics I can get past—I can accept—he died during a mission.