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  Daddy's Sweetheart

  Part 1

  The Wedding

  By: Rachel Burns

  Text Copyright © 2013 by Rachel Burns

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents and dialogues are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Other Books By Rachel Burns

  A Man To Guide Her

  Have A Heart Part I

  Have A Heart Part II

  Hot Cooking Spanker Wanted

  Man of the House

  Sugar Daddy

  Two World Collide

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 Where To?

  Chapter 2 The Test

  Chapter 3 Nobody Gets Anything For Free

  Chapter 4 Shopping

  Chapter 5 A New Home For Amelia

  Chapter 6 The Wedding

  Chapter 7 Call Me Daddy

  Chapter 8 Liar, Liar Pants on Fire

  Chapter 9 Don't Test Me

  Chapter 10 Showing His True Self

  Chapter 11 Taking It Too Far

  Chapter 12 Finding Out The Whole Truth

  Chapter 13 Playing Dress-Up

  Chapter 14 Amelia's Not Perfect

  Chapter 15 All Better

  Chapter 16 Visiting School

  Chapter 17 Knowing What You Have

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  Chapter 1 Where To?

  Brian was already bored with this meeting. His father had attended to this side of the family business when he had been alive. Now that duty fell to him. His older brother could have taken care of it, but he lived too far away.

  This just wasn't his passion. It remained a duty. Brian sat quietly on the sofa and read through business contracts that would bring in millions. He already had millions. He had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

  Brian looked over at his father's business partner, James Anderson. He looked tough. He was older with perfectly manicured fingernails and his gray hair was trimmed into a very distinguish haircut. A very expensive suit was covering wide and strong shoulders.

  Brian's father had played racket ball with this man and had usually lost. He had been an old football star back at his school in his younger days. Brian had known him all his life. After the business part was settled they would talk and have a meal together. He would ask Brian about his brother and his brother's wife and about his real job and then probably ask about his personal life.

  There had been pictures of Brian in the society pages with a few different women and people were starting to talk. Words like 'playing the field' were usually written under his picture. The truth was that all the women were just friends, most not even that.

  They were using each other. The women wanted to use his name to get into the public eye and he had needed a date for that particular evening. He wanted to settle down but he just couldn't find anyone who even came close to what he was looking for.

  He reread the contracts looking for loop holes. It appeared sound and his lawyers had already checked it out.

  There was a knock on the door.

  “Come in,” his business partner called out without looking up from the copy of the same contract that Brian was holding in his hands. They still needed to be signed.

  The door opened and a girl in a school uniform walked in. Brian looked at her closer. She wasn't really a girl but a young woman. She had long dark hair that curled at the ends. Her body was something to see too. Long legs, cute little rounded bottom and full breasts. She approached the desk. She had a small piece of paper in her hands. “I'm finished with school now.” She was biting her lips as she laid the little piece of paper in front of Brian's partner. She stepped back away from him immediately.

  He pushed it to the side without looking at it.

  “Father, what is to become of me now?” Her head was hung. She was beet red. It probably embarrassed her to have this sort of conversation with a stranger listening in.

  “I'm surprised that you didn't start looking for a job around your school,” he sighed, obviously disappointed in her. “You have been eighteen for a few months now. I have been more than generous in paying for that school of yours. How dare you stand in front of me and ask for anything more? One week. I want you out of here within the week. I don't want to see you at all in that time.” He spoke to her so coldly. Brian was shock as he watched them.

  “Thank you for your kindness. I will see to it that I am gone in that time,” she stammered back. With her head still hung she left. She looked so desolate.

  His heart went out to her. At first he had thought that they were lovers playing a game but the hate in his business partner's eyes had been real. “Was she your daughter?” He knew that his business partner had once been married many years ago but he had never heard of, or met any children.

  “Uh, yes. We aren't close as you may have guessed. She killed the thing I loved most in this world. She has never been anything but a burden to me. But now my time is served. I finally get to be rid of her.” He smiled at the end.

  “She killed someone?”

  “Her own mother. It was during childbirth. I still can't stand the sight of her.” He didn't even try to hide the disgust in his voice.

  “You don't care what is to become of her?” he questioned his older partner.

  “I would be thrilled to never have to see her or hear about her again.” He hoped the topic could be dropped now.

  “Could I have her?” he asked, wondering if he meant it.

  “You can have her,” he laughed. “Take her away today even but under the condition that you wouldn't, ever, bring her back. When you decide you don't want her anymore then you would be responsible for finding her somewhere else to live, not me.”

  “I want to talk to her first, before I decide.” He stared at the door she had left through. Was he serious? What would he do with her? He wanted his own little girl waiting for him at home. He would take better care of her than her father had, he reasoned with himself.

  “Go talk to her now while I read through the papers you brought me. We can meet up at dinner to discuss . . .” the older man smiled, “everything.”

  “My pleasure.” He gave the older man a slight bow and left the room. He saw her right away. She was standing on a balcony across from the door. He wanted to comfort her. He was acting crazy, comforting a complete stranger and wanting to take her into his home. Things like that didn't happen in real life. Still he walked up behind her.

  ***

  That had been very embarrassing. He was right too. I should have looked for a job already. I was stupid enough to hope that by doing well at school that he would come to my graduation and be proud of me. I had graduated the best in my class. All the other girls' parents had come. Once again I had stood out like a sore thumb. The only one who didn't have parents swarming around her, taking pictures. Tears filled my eyes. My heart felt like someone had rammed a knife through it. Why was I always so naïve? He would never want me. He hated me. I had to accept that and move on.

  I laid my hands on the railing and let the tears flow. I was so ashamed of myself. I needed a job and a place to stay. I wasn't as worried about the job. A job I could probably find but how was I to find a place to stay without any money. Well, not enough money. I needed to start making plans and a week would be over with quickly. I decided to have a good cry and then face the world. This wasn't all that unexpected. A week was even generous, I told myself. I needed to pic
k myself up off the floor and face my problems.

  “Excuse me, miss . . .”

  I quickly wiped my eyes before I turned to face whoever had called me. It was probably one of the servants wanting me to leave. I wasn't actually allowed on the main floor. I was surprised to see the attractive young businessman who had been in my father's office. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes, his skin was nicely tanned. Something about him said warmth. I longed to just lay my head on his chest and have a good cry.

  “Yes,” I answered him, pretending that I hadn't just been bawling away.

  He took a step back away from me as I turned. He looked surprised to see me but he had called me. “Are you alright? Can I help you in any way?”

  I shook my head and looked down at my shoes. They were thick heavy black ones. Typical catholic girl school uniform shoes, too cumbersome to be practical.

  “What's your name, miss?” he asked in very soft tones. I wasn't used to anyone talking to me like that.

  I looked up to meet his eyes. They still looked so warm. Why was he paying any attention to me? No one else ever did. Not even the teachers at school. They mostly ignored me in favor of the other girls whose parents would be more likely to donate a gymnasium. I was usually very good at blending into the background.

  “I'm sorry I worried you. I'm fine. Really, I am. Please, excuse me.” I wanted to walk past him but he stepped in front of me blocking the way inside. I looked at him surprised. I wasn't used to anyone talking to me at all, much less a man.

  “I spoke with your father about you.” He paused, giving me a chance to let that sink in. “He said if I wanted you I could have you.”

  The heat rose to my face. He couldn't mean … could he? My father was giving me away for someone's quick pleasure. I opened my mouth to say 'no' but nothing came out in my shock. Did my father think I should take him with me to my room or something like that? My already broken heart felt like it was being ripped into little pieces. I hung my head again.

  “I think we should go somewhere so we can sit down and talk. Marriage is a very big decision. I would like to get to know you a little better before I decide.” He was still talking so sweetly to me.

  Marriage? I stood perfectly still. I looked down and then back into his eyes. “Is this a joke? At my cost?” I asked him in a whisper.

  He smiled, “This is no joke, my dear.” He took me by my elbow and led me into the living room. I wasn't usually allowed in there, ever.

  “I'm not supposed to be in here,” I whispered.

  “I think it will be okay today. All you have to do is sit down on the sofa and talk to me.” He sat down on one of the sofas and continued to smile at me.

  I sat down on the sofa across from him and arranged my skirt so it covered up my knees. I crossed my legs at the ankles as the nuns had taught us at school. He watched my every little move. I was feeling very self-conscious.

  A servant came running in and asked if he wanted anything to drink. “I believe the customary drink for such an occasion would be lemonade.” He smiled at me.

  I smiled back. The thought of anybody courting me was ridiculous.

  “Let's see, where were we? Your name.” He raised an eyebrow.

  “My name is Amelia.” The name was terribly old fashioned. I hated it. The Amelia Bedelia children's books hadn't helped either. I looked up, he was trying not to laugh. My name had been just another way for my father to show me how much he hated me. Now he was giving me to a stranger. I hung my head again, too ashamed to ask him what his name was.

  “Amelia,” he called out strictly.

  I peeked up at him.

  “I like your name. It's just fine. Let me see. Now I know you are eighteen and that your name is Amelia. You just finished school?”

  I nodded. I should probably be more talkative but he had wanted to get to know me and I usually didn't say much so he was getting to know the real me.

  “Did you like school?” His eyebrows raised as he asked questions. I could tell I was disappointing him by giving him so little information.

  “Yes, I did.” That was better, I guessed. At least it was a complete sentence, be it a short one.

  He moved a little forward on his chair. He was leaning in my direction. I felt a little like leaning back away from him just to keep the status quo but I remained sitting straight and waited for what he wanted to ask next. I knew which question I would ask him if I could. I wanted to ask why he would be interested in marrying me. He was good looking and very well dressed. He didn't look like someone who would have to marry a girl after only seeing her for less than a minute. This couldn't be right. It didn't match up, at all.

  “What did you like about school best.” He looked please with himself. He had asked a question that I couldn't answer with a yes or no.

  I looked down at my lap and smiled. He was being so patient with me. That was a good sign, right? If he would take me in then I wouldn't have to be homeless and live on the streets. I would have a home. A tear came to my eyes. I wiped it away before I looked up at him again. “I like to read and learn new things.” I shrugged and hoped my answer wasn't lame.

  He nodded in what looked like approval. “Which was your favorite class?”

  “History and English. Both required a lot of reading.” I was warming up to him. He seemed happy with my answers.

  “Which were your least favorites?”

  “Maths and sciences. I'm typically female that way.” I made a joke, that was so unlike me.

  He smiled even bigger at that. Great, now he would expect me to be funny more often.

  The butler came back with his drink. The butler set it down on the coffee table and was turning to leave.

  He got very upset. His forehead wrinkled together. “Wait.” He stood up and moved his glass to my half of the table. “Please, bring me something to drink.”

  The butler looked mad. The staff didn't like doing anything for me. It lost them father's favor.

  “You can have mine. Honestly, I don't need anything.” I stood and carefully placed the glass back on his side. My face was once again red. This was so embarrassing.

  We both stood staring at each other. He looked very mad. I hung my head. I guessed the wedding was off.

  “Get another drink,” he barked at the butler.

  I raised my head.

  He waited for the butler to leave before he said, “When we are married you may not back talk me. Is that clear?”

  I nodded surprised that he was still considering me as a possible candidate for marriage. He had to see that I came from a home that didn't want me. That had to make me very undesirable.

  “Sit down again so we can continue our talk.” He sat down very elegantly. He was at least ten years older than me. I wondered about his age as I sat down carefully again.

  “Do you have hobbies other than reading?”

  I shook my head. Hobbies cost money. My father wasn't interested in spending any money on me.

  He pondered that for a while. Then he started to focus in on me. “If you were given the chance would you be interested in another hobby.” He had understood my dilemma.

  I nodded.

  “What would you like to try?” He looked happy again.

  “Maybe learn to play the piano.” My answer sounded more like a question.

  “Yes, I have a piano at my house where you could learn.” He smiled once again. He was acting like everything was settled. This was working out too easily. He was too old for me and too good looking. He looked like the type that would have a very sophisticated woman at his side. I was still very much a child.

  The butler was back with my drink.

  “I'll take that.” He held his hand out to take the drink without looking at him. “Close the doors.” He was looking at me. “Take your drink, Amelia.”

  I obeyed him right away. I stood up and grabbed my glass.

  The butler closed all the doors.

  He took a sip, leaving his eyes on me.
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  I took a little sip too. I glanced down as I did. I couldn't hold his eyes like he could hold mine.

  I heard him set his drink down. I took another sip then did the same. My mouth was getting a little dry.

  “I asked him to close the doors so I could ask you some personal questions. I expect complete honesty. Any lie you tell now will come out later on. Do you understand?” He was leaning forward and looking very strict again.

  “I guess so,” I answered confused.

  “Are you a virgin?” He didn't bat an eye as he asked that.

  I on the other hand shifted around on the sofa and turned beet red. I hadn't expected a question like that. I figured it was assumed.

  “Amelia, answer me.”

  I guessed it was a husband's right to know and to ask these things. Oddly enough I assumed he wasn't one. Why should it matter? I didn't even know him an hour ago and he was already getting very personal. I was glad the doors were shut.

  “Amelia, I don't like repeating myself.” He was getting mad waiting.

  I nodded not meeting his eye.

  “This is a very important question. I would like a real answer.”

  “I've never been with anybody,” I answered quietly. I felt somehow ashamed of myself. Not as ashamed as if I would have if I had had to give another answer.

  “I will be taking you to a doctor, hopefully tomorrow, who will test if you are telling the truth. Can you agree to that? If you can't the wedding is off.”

  Was he serious? Maybe I should just leave? I laid my decision on the gold scale. Homeless and hungry or go to the doctor's and he would know that I was telling the truth. I could still change my mind later about marrying him. “I'll … I'll go to the doctors,” I stuttered.

  He nodded pleased with the answer. The heat in my face was killing me.

  “What experience do you have?” he asked.

  How do I answer this without overly embarrassing myself? “I've never had a boyfriend.” My face was no longer red. It was crimson, and getting worse by the minute.