Daddy’s Little Pet

All it takes for people to go insane is one night alone with themselves and their greatest fear. “Hex” by Thomas Olde Heuvelt.

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HOTEL DE GRANDE, ORLANDO, FLORIDA.

August 18th. 2***

17:25pm. GMT-5.

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AMANDA

I had to do something, and it had to be soon.

The sound of my stiletto heels kept striking the car’s floorboard, and it echoed alongside the eerily soothing music blasting from the vehicle’s speaker system.

Ever since I’d driven into this hotel parking lot after getting Robert’s exact location by tracking his cell phone number, I’d known there was no turning back.

The nagging feeling that I was about to discover a shocking revelation bored a hole in my mind, and sure enough, I’d gotten what I’d signed up for.

“What the hell?” I murmured as I continued staring at Robert and the strawberry blonde-haired bimbo walking next to him.

The woman he was fucking recently and spending extravagant amounts of money on, according to the information I got from my private informant.

As I watched them laugh and chatter happily, various emotions-rage, hurt, and jealousy-racked my innermost being.

When he leaned in close and placed a chaste kiss on the bitch’s lips, I lost it and accidentally banged my fists on the steering wheel in a rage. I was startled when my car honked from the contact.

I took deep breaths, willing myself to relax, and looked out the window to see if anyone had heard the honking sound, which, thankfully, no one had.

Robert and the girl with him were still engrossed in their conversation, oblivious to my presence and the fact that I was watching them from across the parking lot like a demented stalker.

I stared at them, my stomach churning with jealousy and my teeth clamping down on my lips in annoyance.

With his hands on her waist and the smile radiating off her face, their intimacy and familiarity were undeniable.

He was talking to her and another man who’d come to stand in front of them. My eyes were glued intently as they spoke.

The man handed Robert what appeared to be a bunch of keys, and after exchanging some farewell pleasantries, he was gone.

Was this bitch the best thing Robert could come up with?

After all these years of being single with no woman by his side- something I secretly basked in-he dared to start dating a much younger woman.

A woman in her early twenties, half his age, and someone he could have fathered! What the heck?!

‘Or perhaps he now has a fetish for dating younger women. What do you think?’ My subconscious chimed in the question, and I hissed.

The thought alone made me sick, but as I watched him lead the bitch to her side of the car, I was overcome with envy, longing, and loneliness.

He was so gentlemanly with her, so loving and caring that I was transported back to when he treated me the same way.

Back when he’d adored me and revered the ground I walked on.

‘But, Amanda, you messed up so badly. You cheated, and he blamed himself for years. He blamed himself for being unable to provide and give you the love you desired, and what did you do again? You betrayed him once more. It’s you-‘

“Please, please!” I yelled at myself, my head spinning as I stared straight ahead.

They were no longer standing outside, as they’d both gotten inside the car. Robert had already started the ignition, with the vehicle driving away, but still I kept staring, waiting until the taillights went out.

I suddenly exhaled-not in relief, but in annoyance, also in disbelief at myself and the dark thoughts lurking at the back of my mind.

Robert had gone years without dating a single woman. I’d never seen a public headline about him with another woman, which relieved my soul immensely.

I’d fucked around with a few men, even going exclusive with some to make him jealous, but Robert had always remained single.

He’d focused on business, working his way up and becoming so wealthy and powerful that the entire global financial industry trembled before him.

He was well-known both in the United States and abroad, and I fought back the tears as I realized I’d never enjoyed this side of him.

‘But you do. He provides you with a wealthy alimony allowance, and even though you squandered part of your son’s inheritance, he still caters to your every need-whenever you ask.’

“But it’s not enough!” I half-yelled, fists again on the steering wheel. “It’s not fair that she enjoys this loving, wealthy side of him while I get nothing. I remember being with Robert when he was poor and had nothing. I’d adored him and-”

‘Did you? Remember how you cheated on him with his best friend? On the marital bed you both shared? He gave you another chance, but you blew it.’

“I don’t give a fuck!” I half-yelled again, my long, manicured nails reaching for my hair and scattering the rough, packed bun.

“What do you think about all the times he was too busy to spend time with me after I got pregnant? He was always buried in work, and now suddenly, I’m the villain?”

‘He was only trying to provide for the family, Amanda. I apologize for your raging hormones, but-‘Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“I don’t give a fuck!”

‘You weren’t even patient, Amanda. You said you moved on after your divorce, whereas he did not. Why can’t you just let this man be?’

“Oh, shut it! Robert’s mine!” I exclaimed, fighting another internal battle as my chest heaved, “From high school until the day we exchanged wedding vows, we swore to be with each other until death do us part. He’s mine! He doesn’t get to be with another woman, let alone her!”

‘But…’ My subconscious started up again, but I quickly silenced the voices in my head.

I grabbed my phone from the passenger seat, turned it on, and searched for the tracking app I’d installed on his car.

My relentless stalking was far from over, and I had more reasons than ever to get him back.

Even if it meant dealing with that pathetic girl he was messing around with and putting an end to her. So be it!

“Come on… come on…” I muttered, my fingers flailing around on the screen, and an incoming call came in just as I clicked on the app.

It was Dylan, my son-our son.

The rage and anger I’d felt earlier dissipated as I swiped at the screen and answered the phone, saying, “Hello, my darling boy. How are you doing?”

“Good day, mother. There’s an issue, and…” His familiar, shaky voice trailed off, and I detected a frantic undertone in the way he spoke as if there was trouble, which there was.

“What’s the problem?”

“Mother, listen. Will you?” He asked, and nodding, I hummed in response as I listened to him speak.

At the same time, I could only wonder what he’d done this time, and I hoped it wasn’t anything serious like the last.