Daddy's Girl

All he needed was some one to spoil. He felt lonely, and depressed. He just needed something, someone in his life to make him happy, so he can make them happy. And he soon plans to find the one, hopefully.

''I believe that if I treat her right, and let her know that I love, that she'll be happy again, and be loved. That's all I want, I just want her to completely happy.. She's the only thing I care about, and I want to prove it to her.. No matter what I have to do to get her to understand it.. I love her..''

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**WARNING: Mature/Adult/Sexual Content & Situations. Drug usable, alochol usage, extreme sexual scenes**

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4. Believe It Or Not

Emmy’s POV

‘’Hey, honey! How are you doing?’’ My mother’s cheerful voice sang over the phone.

‘’Fine, I um… just go a job today, I think?’’ I mumble that last little part to myself as I stare at the Post It note that was stuck to my refrigerator.

‘’Oh, really? Where at?’’ She asks curiously.

‘’Styles Enterprises.’’ I say, never thought I’d say that.

‘’Oh my! Really! What are you doing?’’ She says.

‘’I’m an assistant.’’ I sigh lightly.

‘’What are you, an assistant for one of his assistants? That guy’s go so much money, hell his money probably has money.’’ My mom laughs lightly.

‘’Well, I’m his assistant, actually. He’s really nice.. believe it or not.’’

‘’I chose not.’’ She says, I know she’s smiling though.

‘’Yeah, I figure most people won’t believe it either.’’ I say.

‘’You’re father won’t like this, you know.’’ She sighs lightly.

‘’Why? Won’t he be happy that I got a job?’’ I ask curiously, wondering why on Earth my father wouldn’t like it.

‘’Because, that Harry guy is.. you know.. a guy and all.’’ Mom says.

‘’Whatever.. I have to go, just don’t let Daddy freak out.’’ I sigh out, yes I still call my father Daddy, don’t judge me. Its in my roots..

‘’Alright doll, call me as soon as you can.’’ She says.

‘’Okay, I will.’’ I assure her just before we say our goodbyes and she hangs up first.

I open my messages and click on the most recent one I sent. It was the blank one Mr. Styles requested. I stare at it and stare at his name. I was so nervous, I thought I was going to sweat to death in that office earlier.

I had never been so nervous before in my entire life, and I definitely have never been so anxious to start a job either.

Don’t get me wrong, its all so weird to be having a job already. I’ve been in New York City for two days, and I’ve already got me a good, high paying job. And plus, I’m only eighteen.

But, the reason I’m ready to start this job is because it’s not with just any person. This is with Harry Styles. Harry Styles. He’s a billionaire, gorgeous, handsome, perfect. And he’s got those amazing jade green eyes. Those perfect dimples.

God, he’s beautiful.

Harry Styles is more than just a big business owner guy, he’s a designer, he’s even got his own line of furniture. It’s amazing to think I even got to touch anything he owned.

As most people think, however, I figure he’s just a snobby butt hole who racks up the millions day by day. He’s worth billions of dollars, you can’t honestly think he’s a sweet little innocent boy. Please, he’s anything but innocent.

But that was okay with me. I got to be near him today, and every day from now on I assume. God, that’s simply amazing to think. Amazing.

I thought I was losing all sense I had left. There was no way that just happened. No way at all. I blinked a few times before looking back at my phone screen. It was real, he just sent me a message. Oh.. my god. What do I do? Oh.. read it, reply. Okay. Just keep calm.. Calm.

Mr. Styles: Emmy, I was just checking in to make sure you got all the stuff you needed. Did they give you the folder with all the stuff in it?

Me: Um. No.

Mr. Styles: Ugh, perfect. Okay, well you need it right now. So how about I bring it to you, that okay with you?

Me: Um, sure.

Mr. Styles: Send me your address. I have it on your file, but I just don’t want to look for it.

Me: Okay.

Mr. Styles: Okay, once ya tell me the address, I’ll be there in thirty minutes.

Me: Okay.

After sending him the address, and getting his simple reply of ‘thank you’, I throw my phone on the small kitchen table before hurrying across the apartment to my room. I quickly grab my suitcase, I haven’t gotten everything out yet.

‘’I can’t look horrible. Harry Styles is going to be in my house.’’ I mumble to myself as I throw the clothes out of my bag, searching for a nice top or a simple dress.

A dress! That’s it!

‘’Of course its not in here.’’ I groan to myself as I throw all of the things back in the suitcase, not caring if it was messy in the inside or not.

As I jump up to go to the closet, I remember that I have to take a quick shower.

‘’No, not yet! I have to get my things out!’’ I say to myself as I open the closet door.

My hands rush through the clothes I already had hung up. Honestly, I haven’t had any time to unpack half of my boxes, so I definitely don’t have time to sort through all of my clothes and place them neatly in the drawers or in the closet.

‘’Ah ha! My little beauty!’’ I smile bright as I grab the hanger and throw the dress on my bed before hurrying over to the bathroom door.

‘’With twenty six minutes to spare.’’ I smirk to myself as I look at the clock on the bedroom wall before slamming the bathroom door shut.

Quickly, I strip down to my bare skin and turn the water on so that it will be just right.

I make sure my hair dryer is plugged up, just so I don’t have to rush afterwards, and I make sure my curling iron is plugged in so it will be able to get hot enough.

So, finally, once all of those things were done, I was in the shower, under the nice warm water. But my heart was pumping fast and my mind was racing.

I was completely star struck.

And it was killing me.   Sorry Its A Little Short I Am Working On  My Other Books Too That's Why. <<Comment Your Thoughts //And I Love To Hear What You Think!!>> ~Angie
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