Taming Mr. Arrogant

“You think you can tame an old daddy like me?” Mr. Domenico Lombardi’s stone-like voice makes me nervous, but I’m not backing down; I know what I want.

“Yes,” I added a nod to confirm it but cursed internally at my luck. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and here I am trying to tame a man old enough to be my father. It is said that the apple does not fall far from the tree. I guess I am truly Kate’s daughter. I had an internal laugh at my stupidity.

He scoffed, and I responded by nodding once more while watching the darkening of the silvery gray pupils in his eyes.

How come?

I brush it off as his cold eyes wash over me. Domenico Lombardi’s presence makes me squirm. When I’m around him, I get the impression that I’m being judged and ignored at every turn.

“How old are you?”

“18”

“How old is your father?”

“38,” I replied truthfully.

“Well, I’m 37 years old.” He stared at me; his eyes darkened again, and I became terrified. I fiddle with my nails, clipping them together as I lean back on my heels to help relieve some of the anxiety he’s causing me. “You see, I’m like a father to you, or maybe a grandfather or a great-great-grandfather. How many boyfriends have you had in your life?”

“None.” He chuckled as I responded.

“You see, I’ve lost count of how many ladies I’ve fucked, thousands or millions, over the centuries. You are just a little girl to me with nothing to offer; now, get lost!”

“My panties made you hard!”

“You think so?”

“Yes,” I responded confidently.

“Well, I wasn’t hard; I just have a donkey-like cock.”