Daddy

"Artemesia."

My eyes traveled to meet his eyes.

He looked worried and irritated at the same time for some reason.

"Huh?" I asked.

What is wrong with me? My mind is flying somewhere else!

"Get up and change."

"H-how? I don't have any extra shirts or pants. I didn't know that I will drown in your gorgeous eyes--" I cut myself when I realized what I just said.

"Gorgeous ice pool!" I corrected myself, "Right! I didn't know that I would drown in your pool! It's freezing!"

Whoo! That's so close! I thought it's only my thoughts. I didn't notice I'm speaking it out loud!

Who wouldn't lose their mind when this kind of man is in front of you? Braxton is half naked, he is only wearing his wet pants.

I can't help but glance at his crotch.

My eyes widened as I caught a glimpse of it. I immediately looked away, I could feel my cheeks flushing.

Damn it Artemesia! Get your shit together!

'It's not the freaking first time that you saw a crotch. Why are you acting like a shy innocent girl?' I told myself.

"Here," he said as he handed his hand in front of me.

I raised my head to look up to him.

He stared at me.

"Are you getting up or not? You can't stay soaked in wet clothes or you'll get sick," he said.

Like he is really concerned about me. That he doesn't want me to get sick because he won't see me.

Or he doesn't want the lessons to be cancelled because of it? Of course that's the main reason why he doesn't want me to get sick.

He is eager to impress Monica so if I get sick I would only be a baggage to him.

But tsk.

I thought he was really concerned!

"Artemesia get up."

"Yes Daddy," I said without even thinking. My eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat.

Damn it Artemesia! How many times will you embarrass yourself?

His brows furrowed and his forehead creased. The veins on his arms tightened as he pull me to stand.

"I... I mean why did you suddenly act like my Daddy, Braxton?" I try to laugh out the awkwardness in the air.

As much as I would like to think that my father really cared for me or he really acted concerned, it is not the truth.

He is way more different than that.

"Follow me," he said.

"T-to where?" I stuttered. Where did he want me to follow him? And why do I need to follow him?

"To my room," he said.

I stopped and stared at him.

He looked confused as to why he stopped walking.

"I will lend you clothes Ms. Vena. Clear up your mind, the water must have reached your brain."

I pursed my lips with what he said.

Damn it!

And as he said, he grabbed some of his clothes and gave them to me so I could change in the bathroom.

I didn't get a chance to peek inside his room because he told me to stay outside, I didn't even try to peek. I'm not that curious about it. I'm sure his room is boring, and full of black just like his aura!

"Are the clothes stores here far away?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Can't I just walk there and buy some clothes. I mean I have little money here so that won't be a bother to you besides it's your clothes I don't want---" he cut me off.

"You wanted to walk? You'll get there in the morning when you try to, even if you run your clothes will be dry that time," he said.

"Tsk. Fine."

"Why does it feel like you are giving me the favor Ms. Vena? You are the one who fell in the pool, you are not watching where you are going."

"I'm thankful that you save me, okay? I'm not trying to be a bitch I just don't want to wear men's clothes." I paused as the memories comes back to me during my highschool days where a sweet man have his jacket to me because it's freezing cold. Never would I imagine how dark his heart was.

His eyes remained on me.

"Besides I don't even have a new bra and I'm definitely sure that you don't have any bra on your own so should I just go braless and be proud of my nipples or just wear the wet bra? I mean I'm confident about it but I'm uncomfortable letting them free."

I saw him gulped and slightly threw a glance on my chest but then he looked away as he tried to cover the sight of my chest part by putting his hands in front of him.

"That's too much information, Ms. Vena."

"It's not Mr. Bentley. It's the truth. Does your girls left their bras here? Anyways I won't wear it, it's not hygienic," I said and shrugged.

"Fine, I'm gonna tell my staff to buy you clothes but wear this for now and cover that with a pillow if you are uncomfortable, are we good now?"

I sighed in relief.

"Thank you so much!" I said to him,

I was about to hug him when he stopped me, he put his hand forward, looking like he was going to karate the shit out of me if I came closer to him.

I pouted and chuckled.

Tsk.

I didn't know he was this considerate.

After I changed to the bathroom, I ran to the sofa and grabbed a cushion pillow to cover my chest. It's not that I'm conservative too much but I'm just not comfortable going braless in someone else's house. If I'm at my house I wouldn't care at all because it's my house. Besides, what would his staff think if they saw me like this? I don't want another issue, though his staff seems nice you never actually know.

They can trade photos of us together just for a little money so I won't risk it. If someone saw those photos they would go ballistic and put crazy headlines on it.

"So where are we?" I sat in front of him. He already changed into something comfortable and dry.

My brows furrowed when I noticed that we wore the same red shirt, guess he has many of these shirts. It's a bit bigger than mine but it looks good on him, not too tight and not too loose. Mine is like a dress already.

I can compete in a long gown with his clothes! It just needs a few touches and I'm good to go!

I laughed at the thought of it.

I stopped laughing when he give me the confused look.

"Nothing," I said.

"What's funny?" He asked.

"I said nothing."

"What is it? Don't keep it to yourself, tell me."

"Nothing!" I said as I continued to laugh, imagining Braxton wearing a long gown with this shirt. It will look so small to him! He needed two or three more just to create a long gown! Just think of his pectoral muscles as breasts and his muscles popping out! That's a sight to behold!

"Artemesia," he said with a warning tone.

"Fine!" I sighed and stood up and showed him how the shirt looks on me.

"See? I imagine myself competing in a pageant, in a long gown segment because it's too big and long for me! And I thought it would look even more hilarious on you!" I said.

His eyes slightly widened and his cheek flushed, his eyes staring into something.

I followed where his eyes were looking.

Shit.

I looked on the ground and saw the pillow fall.

Before I could pick it up, Braxton threw me a pillow, I caught it and went back to my seat.

"Tsk. Look what your imagination is doing," he said with a slight irritation in his voice.

"You're the one who is curious," I said and rolled my eyes.

Good thing before we could even exchange formal insults at each other, his staff walked in with the new clothes. I quickly changed it and got back to our business.

Braxton seems to have forgotten what he saw so it's much better. I taught him how to use his own insta and how to follow and do things with it. It's like I'm teaching my grandpa, Braxton would be a very handsome grandfather. I wonder what his children would look like?

Should I ask him to fix the marriages of our children so my children's future is secured?

No!

That's too much!

Besides it's not about the child's security it's about their happiness so I will let them choose whoever they want to be with but that could make a good novel.

But there's a lot of novels like that already, just different ways to write it.

Whatever.

My mind is flying somewhere because Braxton is still familiarizing himself with it, though it's not hard. He is enjoying browsing through it even if he doesn't want to admit it.

"You should search her name on it,", I said. He raised his head then went back to it and typed her name.

"I don't think she has one, there is no result."

"Can I check?" I asked him. He let me use his phone and I did my magic with it.

Then boom!

"I found her!" I said.

His brows furrowed. "How did you do that?"

Her username is not just simple, Monica Sanders has the most commented username in Instagram. I wonder how Baton didn't see it in the first search.

It's just theREAL_MonicaSanders.

"Magic." I smiled.

"Anyways follow her already and slip into her direct message."

He did it and after that we are done. We waited for her to reply for an hour but I don't think she used her social media so we just ate and he sent me home.

On the way home. I didn't notice that I brought his red shirt with me when I glanced at the paper bag on my lap.

I shrugged.

'Well, he has a lot of that shirt so I'll keep this one.' I thought to myself and looked outside the car window.