All Yours Daddy.
“I am sorry to inform you miss Nuella. We would not be taking your admission into the nursing school.”
“Why?” She inquired as perplexion washed through her, her happy expression drastically replaced with a confused one.
“Your father has placed a warning across the entire Nursing school; I am afraid no school would take you.”
Nuella’s heart sank. Her head spun as she tried to acknowledge the sabotaging news.
Her father? Once again he was going to be the hindrance to her joy?
She stared up at the Admin officer.
“But… But this is unprofessional.” She blurted out, trying to cover the series of pain that was shutting through her.
“I am sorry, Miss Nuella. But your father is a highly principled man, and he might go to any length to bring us down if we do not comply with him. I am sorry.” He added again closing the files in front of him.
Nuella stared at him dumbfoundedly. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Her mouth parted, but they closed again because not a single word could make it out of her. She understood the poor man clearly; if any of them went against her father’s command, then he would not hesitate to burn the school down, and nothing would be done against it. In this part of the world, the mafia has even greater authority over the government.
Tears burnt the bream of her eyes as she tried to settle into her new fate, but it was hard, harder than she imagined. She felt her entire dream crushing right in front of her. She tried to pick herself up, but her legs were rather too numb to carry her through the process. Her body was shaking, quivering from the amount of pain that was crushing through her. Her heart was aching like a dagger had pierced into her heart, like she had been cut into millions of pieces.
Growing up, Nuella had one dream. To be a renowned Doctor and to save life. Nothing ever made sense to her like what she had groomed her mind to become. She had graduated from the University of Florence with a bachelor’s degree as a nurse, only to have her dreams shredded into pieces by the only ever-present obstacle in her life. Even when she graduated with first class. Her father never celebrated her. Only Ivano did, and that increased her love for her brother Ivano.
As tears burnt the bream of her eyes for the second time in 30 minutes. She batted her lashes, trying to suppress the pain that was wrecking through her every vein. She couldn’t bring herself to understand why her father was head-bent on making her whom she despised, but she needed to be strong, strong for herself alone because neither Samantha nor Ivano would know what it feels like to be deprived. They both grew up following the ambition that their father had laid out for them, she was the only rebel, she guessed.
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“Are you ready to leave, ma’am?” Her driver, who had been standing outside the car at the school park, inquired, and she nodded.
He opened the door for her and she got in.
Nuella was just a minute into the ride when a message suddenly popped up.
She read through the content, it was a message from her father.
“Mr Lorenzo’s house is a minute from your location, I need you to get a file from him.”
For a minute, Nuella didn’t realize who Mr Lorenzo was, she was used to calling him Mr Devine, but that didn’t even bother her as much. What bothered her was why the hell her father knew of her current location.
“Is he stalking me?” Nuella scoffed at the audacity, another anger burning through her. She couldn’t believe her confirmation. As though depriving her of living her dream life was not enough. He was also stalking her.
She rolled her eyes angrily and dumped the phone into her bag, after which she had informed her driver about their next location.
A part of her hated her life as Nutella. Her life was a mess! As though having a Mafia father who kills without second thoughts was not enough, he was authoritative and head bent on sabotaging her every dream, then at the corner was a father’s friend whom she was dangerously lusting after. Just when she thought his presence in her life was finally over, she is going over to his house to get a file, something that could always be done by another.
A tiny part of her hated the heat that was beginning to burn through her, the heat that made her recall the feeling his hands brought to her body as they slowly caressed her thighs the last time. The way he had moved her panties away with his eyes holding dangerously onto hers and the way he had dabbed at her wetness and licked her juice off his hand in the hottest way. Her pussy tingled and she suddenly felt wetness coating her pants.
“Damn it!” She cursed shutting her eyes and trying to snap the thoughts off her head. With the amount of pain she was going through from her father’s betrayal, she would never have believed that another thought could make it into her head, let alone turn her on.
Nuella swallowed in. Reminding herself that nothing was going to happen. In her defense, she was going there to get a file and not to flirt with him, and even if he tried to, she would snap at him and make him hate her.
“I am going there to get a file, nothing else.” She mumbled repeatedly to herself, trying to overcome the intrusive thoughts in her head, thoughts of what it would feel to have him eat her out and kiss her hungrily so she could have a taste of herself.