Annabelle studied so hard that her eyes hurt. She removed her glasses to rub her eyes and rest a little. She took her notepad and wrote;
I don't feel alone anymore. He will always be with me. He will never leave me. He is my daddy!
The 18-year-old girl put her pen down and smiled. She looked herself at the mirror and tied a ponytail on her blonde hair. She put a little eyeshadow to draw attention to the gaze. She thought she had beautiful green eyes. She had never felt so pretty. She loved her father because he had helped her be confident.
Annabelle talked her Dad into taking her to a fancy restaurant on Saturday night. When they sat at the table near the window and the waiter gave them the menu, Rick cleared his throat and said to his daughter:
"You're really pretty with this bright blue dress. Your hair looks very nice. Your perfume smells good too."
"I'm glad you liked it, Dad," replied Annabelle smiling. Her green eyes gazed at him with pure adoration. "Thank you for this romantic dinner," she completed causing her father to open his eyes wide.
"What do you mean by
romantic?
It's supposed to be..." The 45-year-old man muttered and his daughter rolled her eyes thinking her father was too slow in spite of being awesome. She decided to take a step at a time not to spook him.
"I mean romantic from
Rome.
Because we have Italian roots, don't we, Dad?"
"No, we don't. I am Richard Williams, and you're Annabelle Kate Williams. We have English roots, not Italian."
"English?" Annabelle tried to laugh in an elegant way. "How
boring!
" She made a British accent: "Are you fond of
football
, Dad, or do you prefer going to the
cinema?"
Then she burst into laughter again.
"I'm glad you're in a good mood. You were so miserable that day we talked about you being pretty and all. I have to take care of myself to look handsome too."
"You're handsome, Dad! I'm happy because I'm in love!" Her face gleamed, and she touched his hand with hers.
"Oh, you are in love? Do I know the guy? Who is he?"
"You!
" Annabelle answered and giggled. Richard waited for what she was going to say, as if she hadn't finished the sentence:
"I
what?
You mean that I know him?"
"Yes, Dad, you know him for sure." The girl showed her white teeth as she chuckled again.
"So, who
is he?
Oh!" The waiter bringing the food interrupted Rick, and he did not insist on the question. Father and daughter ate and returned home happily.
On Sunday night, they watched a drama in the living room. When the film ended, Annabelle removed her glasses and cried buckets at the movie's happy ending after a long sad story. Her father held her shoulders:
"That's okay, sweetheart. You're very sensitive. I feel like crying too."
"Oh, yes, Dad. Did you see how good the doctor was at that poor family? Oh, love is always the answer, don't you think?"
"Of course. Love is the answ..." Rick gasped when the girl kissed him deep on the mouth. He saw her eyes closed as her lips touched his. He pulled her away:
"No! What are you
doing
, Annabelle?"
"Didn't you agree that love was always the answer, Dad?" The daughter grunted angrily because of his rude movement although she still felt her body on fire after their kiss.
"You can't do that to me! I don't understand your behavior. I'm afraid that weird idea of you getting nutrients from my seed has messed you up. We won't do it again, okay?"
"You bet we will," Annabelle thought. Then she said out loud. "You don't understand a
shit
of biology, Dad. You'll end up having
epididymal hypertension
after not ejaculating for a long time. When this problem brings you a lot of
pain
and stress, don't tell me I did not warn you and tried to help."
Annabelle left the living room and slammed her bedroom's door. Richard sighed and felt guilty. He wondered if he was a good father. Monday came, and he had to work a lot. When the man returned home, Annabelle was locked in her bedroom, and he didn't have the guts to try and talk to her. Then, on Tuesday, Rick was home very early. He closed his suite, put his underwear and pajamas on his bed and went in the bathroom. The shower felt warm and relaxing after another workday.
Richard went back to his room with his towel wrapped around his waist and did not find his pajamas on his bed. He scratched his head thinking it was funny because he was sure he had gotten them. When the man opened his sock drawer, he felt two hands cover his eyes:
"Guess
who!"
A girl's voice echoed in the bedroom, and Rick jumped in fear, causing his towel to fall to the floor.
"Annabelle? You
scared me!"
He screamed as his daughter laughed. "What are you doing in here?"
"What am I doing in here, daddy?" Annabelle giggled. "My turn to ask a question! Why are you covering your sex as if you were embarrassed of me even I've already seen your member a lot of times?"
"I don't know, but you shouldn't be here while I 'm getting dressed." The man gazed at her. His daughter was wearing a yellow bathrobe and had a beautiful and confident smile on her face. She had a ponytail, wore pretty butterfly earrings and smelled of a floral fragrance.
"I'm here to forgive you after you were so
nasty
last Sunday, Dad. I've decided to give you one more chance since I love you and you've always been there for me!"
"Gee, princess, that is so sweet. But can't you tell me that
