My Daddy Valentine (Be My Fake Valentine)

15. Simon

15

Simon

I’m standing by the window, looking out at the expansive view of the resort grounds when the door creaks open behind me. I don’t need to turn around to know it’s Ella. I feel it—the shift in the air, the subtle change in the room’s energy as soon as she steps inside.

And then I do turn, and I see her.

She walks in like she owns the place, her eyes catching mine immediately. Her dress hugs her in all the right places, the fabric flowing softly as she moves. Her hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly, and in that moment, everything else fades away. She’s stunning—there’s no denying it. She takes my breath away every time I see her, and I can’t help but feel a flicker of something deep in my chest.

I remind myself that this is just an act. We’re playing a part for her family. For her father.

But damn, it’s hard to remember that when she’s standing in front of me, looking like she belongs in a fairy tale.

She notices me looking, and a slight blush creeps up her neck, but she doesn’t look away. There’s a spark in her eyes now, something that wasn’t there before, and I know it’s because of what happened between us last night. I know she’s feeling it too—the pull, the chemistry, the electricity that seems to hang between us whenever we’re close.

I walk toward her, drawn to her, and stop just a few steps away. “You look...” I struggle to find the right words, but nothing seems adequate. “You look perfect.”

She smiles, but there’s a nervousness behind it that I can’t ignore. She’s still processing everything, I can tell. Her father, the wedding, the plan. It’s a lot, and I’m sure she’s feeling the weight of it all.

I can’t help but take another step closer, letting my hand brush against hers. It’s casual, almost like a reminder that we’re here, we’re in this together, but the moment my skin touches hers, I feel the current run through me. I swallow, pushing the feeling down.

Before I can say anything else, I think back to my conversation with her father earlier today.

When we left breakfast, I could feel the tension crackling between us. He didn’t like me, didn’t like the idea of me with his daughter, and I knew that from the moment I shook his hand. He’s a man who’s used to control, to getting what he wants, and I wasn’t about to let him think for a second that I would back down from this.

“You don’t get to decide what Ella needs, Mr. Williams,” I told him, my voice steady but firm. “She’s a grown woman, and she’s got real goals. You should be proud of her. You should be supporting her, not holding her back.”

He didn’t like that. Didn’t like being told what to feel. His eyes narrowed, and I could feel the fire between us. But I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t backing down.

“I’m not here to step on your toes,” I said, my tone firm, unyielding. “But I will take care of her now. I’ll make sure she’s safe. I’ll make sure she’s doing what she loves. You don’t have to worry about her anymore.”

He didn’t say anything after that. He just looked at me, like he was weighing my words, deciding how to respond. I could see the unease in his eyes, the way his jaw tightened. But he didn’t say a word.

I knew in that moment that I had him. I was in control of the situation now, and I wasn’t going to let him tear her down any more.

“Ella is safe with me,” I told him one more time, my voice low, confident. “She’s not just some asset you can control. She’s an upstanding woman with real artistic goals, and she’s going to make it. I’ll make sure of that.”

His expression darkened at my words, but I could see that he understood what I was saying. Ella wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was a woman with a future, with her own dreams, and I was going to help her chase them—no matter what her father thought.

I could feel the power of the moment then. It was a declaration, a promise.

Now, standing in front of her, I can see that Ella is still processing it. She’s still figuring out what this whole thing means. What we mean. But I can see the way her gaze flickers between me and the door, like she’s torn between what’s expected of her and what she wants for herself.

And I get it. I know the weight of everything on her shoulders.

I reach out, my hand brushing her arm, and she looks up at me, her eyes softening.

“You’re not alone in this,” I say quietly, my voice steady. “You don’t have to do this by yourself.”

Her lips part, like she’s about to say something, but instead, she just nods. I can feel the tension leave her body, just for a second, as she takes a deep breath and relaxes into my touch.

For a brief moment, we just stand there, the silence stretching between us. There’s so much we haven’t said, so much left unsaid, but somehow, it feels like enough.

“Thank you,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I step closer, my hand resting on her back now, just above her waist. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m here. And I always will be.”

She looks up at me, her eyes intense, searching mine. For a moment, everything else fades away—the wedding, the plans, the expectations. It’s just me and her, standing here, two people who understand each other in a way that no one else does.

She’s not just my responsibility now. She’s someone I’m going to protect, someone I’m going to help. And nothing is going to stand in the way of that—not her father, not the lies we’re telling.

I’m in control of this situation, and I’ll make sure she knows that, too.

I lean in, capturing her lips with mine. I love kissing this woman. “You’re my good little girl, right?”

She nods. “Yes, Daddy.”

My body grows instantly hard at the sound of her soft voice calling me that. I fucking love it. “Undress for me.” I don’t phrase it as a question, because it’s not. It’s a demand, and I don’t expect her to refuse me.

She nods again, running that plump lower lip between her teeth. The move drives me crazy. I move across the room, lowering the lights, and taking a seat in the armchair next to the large window overlooking the city below.

She hesitates. “People might see me.”

“Good.” I smirk at her, wondering about all the people who could possibly be looking into this window at this very moment. We’re high up, most likely nobody will see her, but still. It turns me on at the thought.

She smiles, her lashes batting playfully at me. “You like the idea of somebody watching me?”

I nod. “I do. I like the idea of somebody knowing you’re mine .”

She unzips her dress, nearly driving me crazy with how slowly she’s moving. It’s turning me on, making my body harden at the sight. She keeps working until she’s in nothing but a lacy bra and panty set.

I suck in a deep breath. “You’re fucking spectacular,” I tell her, my cock rock hard.

She blushes. “Thank you.”

“Dance for me. Dance for everyone,” I tell her, motioning toward the window. I know probably nobody is watching her, but still, the idea of it turns us both on.

She laughs as she sways her body. “I need music to dance to.”

I grab my phone, putting on a sultry, slow tune. I groan as she begins to twist her body along with the music. She’s a complete turn on.

I unzip my pants, pulling my dick out of my pants. “Look how hard you’re making me.”

Her eyes zero in on my thick cock, and she licks her lips. “You’re making me so wet,” she whispers, and I rise from the chair.

I stalk across the room, slowly. She keeps dancing. When I reach her, I wrap an arm around her waist. “I need to feel how wet you are for me.”

She leans against the window, spreading her legs slightly for me. “Do it.”

“I love how brave you are. How you ask for what you want.” I move my hand down her torso, dipping beneath the band of her panties to run a finger through her sleek heat. She’s slippery wet, and I growl at the contact. “You’re so fucking needy for me.”

“I am,” she whispers. “I’m so needy.”

I kiss her, unable to contain this feeling gnawing at me in my chest. I’ve never felt this way before ever, and she makes me want to be a better man. To do things for her. To protect her. I want it all with her, and I never thought I’d be a man to ever want that.

But she’s different.

I push a finger deep inside her, wishing there were people watching us right now. I’ve never been into voyeurism, but right now the thought of someone seeing her and knowing she’s mine turns me on. “I want the whole fucking world to know you’re mine.”

“I am yours.”

I remove my clothing, letting my cock jut free. I fist it in one hand, stroking slowly as she keeps swaying to the music. “I need to fuck you right here in front of everybody.”

She leans against the window, spreading her legs more. “I want you to.”

“Spin around,” I tell her, wanting her from behind. “Lean your forehead against the glass.”

She does as I command, and I remove her panties from her long legs.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.”

“Do it.”

I smack her ass as I enter her from behind. “You take my cock so well. So good. Like your sweet cunt was made for it.”

She leans both palms against the window as I keep pumping my dick into her from behind. She’s such a good fucking girl, taking my dick like she owns it. And she does own it. Every single inch of it.

“Oh, Simon,” she moans out, and I smack my flat palm against the flesh of her ass again.

“This ass is mine,” I tell her. “Fucking mine. This cunt is mine too.” I keep thrusting, the sound of our love making filling the hotel room.

“Only yours,” she says, making my chest fill with pride.

“I want this whole fucking world to know you’re mine.” And she is mine. Forever.

I don’t care if we started this out as some fake thing, it’s real now. So fucking real.

I keep fucking her against the window of the resort. If anyone looked up they’d be able to see us, but I don’t care. I want them to see us. I want everyone to know she’s mine.

I keep pumping inside her, screwing her into a frenzy. I reach around, playing with her tits, tweaking her nipples between my fingers. I kiss along her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her soft flesh. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m coming,” she moans out long and hard, and the sound of it causes me to nearly lose control. “Oh, Simon. I’m coming so hard.”

“That’s it. Come all over me, Ella.” My cock is so fucking stiff as her pussy vibrates all over it. The feeling of her tightness, the way her walls close in around me during her orgasm, causes me to come. “Fuck, baby. I feel you.” And it’s the best feeling in the world.

A feeling I don’t ever want to end.