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The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage
His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius
Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
The Warlord's Lovely Prize
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Henry POV
I sit at the end of the bar watching her. I have seen her in her many times, but tonight she looks ravishing. All I can think about is taking her home with me and making her mine forever. Her long red hair, her curves, she has everything I want. I wonder if she is into my lifestyle. Would she call me daddy? Would she let me care for her?
She gets up from the bar and walks to the back. I watch her ass shake in her short white skirt. I can see her panties. I want to spank her ass just for being out in the skirt. I wonder would she like it. Would she like a daddy to bend her over his knee and pull up her skirt? I can only imagine how soft her ass would be under the palm of my hand as I spanked her for wearing that whore skirt in public. Not my woman, not ever. I would never allow her to dress that way. Her ass hanging out for everyone to see is not acceptable.
I order another drink from the bar. She comes out of the bathroom and stumbles a little. She bumps into me. “I am sorry,” she says.
“It is okay. Are you alright?” I ask her.
“Yes, sir, I am perfectly fine,” she slurs at me.
She is definitely not okay. She is absolutely drunk off her ass. Silly girl, that is not something you should be doing alone. Some weirdo might take advantage of you. Someone could hurt you. Daddy would not like that.
“Do you need some help back to your seat?” I ask her taking her arm to offer assistance.
“No, I think I got it,” she says, jerking her arm away from me.
She walks back to the end of the bar and sits down. She orders another drink from the bartender. I cannot stop staring. She is so perfect. I order myself one more drink before I head out for the night. I look back to the end of the bar, and she is gone. Oh well, maybe I will see her again. I really want to make her mine.
I walk out of the bar and go to my car. I unlock the car and get in. As I drive away, I see her, very drunk and attempting to get in her car. No, I cannot let her do that. I pull over beside her car.
“Hey, why don’t you let me give you a ride?” I say to her.