Babysitter's Daddy

By Viktor Redreich

Daddy can kiss me if he wants to

He’s not actually my dad of course, but he might as well be.
He’s treated me so well for so many years.
He taught me so much, he’s given me so much love.
He pretty much brought me up.
How could I not fall for him?
He’s the perfect guy.
I’ve tried dating boys my own age, but frankly, they’re gross.
I want Daddy so much, but I know he’ll never return my affections.
Let alone love me the way that I love him.
I’m less than half his age.
I need to get my head on straight.
Learn some self-control.
I’m just the babysitter, and that’s all I’ll ever be!
Unless...

Babysitter’s Daddy is a free new adult/contemporary romance novella by author Viktor Redreich.
Viktor’s novels zoom-in on the lives of impressionable young ladies in relationships with powerful older men.
A young maid having an affair with the man of the house, for example. Or a girl who falls in love with her mother’s ex-boyfriend. A well-behaved but attention-starved girl who finally finds the validation she craves in the arms of a wealthy businessman.
Babysitter’s Daddy is a highly-rated, well-written introduction to Viktor Redreich’s vast body of work.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Viktor Redreich
• Release date: Apr 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781913376208

Viktor Redreich

Viktor’s novels often zoom-in on the lives of impressionable young ladies in relationships with powerful older men.A young maid having an affair with the man of the house, for example. Or a girl who falls in love with her mother’s ex-boyfriend. A well-behaved but attention-starved girl who finally finds the validation she craves in the arms of a wealthy businessman.Although Viktor's full-length novels can be read in any order, Viktor has created three collections grouped by theme:Dangerous DesiresStories of women who can no longer repress their passions, who risk it all to satisfy their cravings. Even if they have to abandon their marriages, quit their jobs, destroy their reputations and fly across the world to shack up with a dangerous man.Innocence CorruptedGood girls doing naughty things with older men. A boss, a college professor, a billionaire, a Daddy or even the cute married guy next door.Savage SatisfactionsYou and me and she makes three. It’s messy when you break the rules of what a relationship should be. You might go up in flames in a jealous rage. You may attempt sabotage and demand what’s yours. Or, you might find satisfaction in ways you never before thought possible.

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Chapter 1

Daddy Fixation

I was about to start playing with myself when a notification sound from my computer stopped me. Someone else had finally joined the video chat.

I sat up, squirming impatiently on the giant couch that probably cost more than my parents’ car. My friend, Brittany, appeared onscreen, her hand partially blocking her face while she adjusted her webcam. I rolled my eyes. Finally, bitch. What took you so long?

Sorry, Poppy. I had to wait for my mom to go to work.

I shook my head and pushed my pale purple hair back over my shoulder. Why?

This is why. Brittany grinned and held up a bottle of blood orange-flavored vodka. She wouldn’t let me have any the other night when she was drinking with her boyfriend.

Nice, I said. Was he hot?

I’d say 5 out of 10. Nerdy. Mom-date material. She shrugged and set the bottle of vodka aside, out of frame.

Too bad. You could’ve showed him a better time than her. I shrugged back at Brittany.

Ew, he was like 40. Not everyone wants to fuck old men like you do.

"Ethan is not old," I said, defensively. He was like, 30 or something. That was still way young.

I babysat a lot for Ethan Hampton, and his wife Kiana. Their house was awesome. I let my eyes wander over the wall in front of me, shelves from floor to ceiling, interrupted in the middle by a huge paper thin screen. I’d have had the TV on, but I’d just put the Hampton kid to bed. Hazel couldn’t fall asleep with the television on.

I ignored Brittany for a while longer to punish her for saying that about Ethan. I looked from the TV wall to the window, which gave a spectacular view of the backyard. It was like its own little park, surrounded by a high privacy fence and filled with motion-activated lights. It was always a magical experience, moving around in my own personal glow with soft earth and cool grass underfoot and the taste of the flowers on every breath. I always felt like a goddess, like I could do anything to anyone.

Hey, Earth to Poppy, Brittany said. I’m here now. Pay attention to me.

I sighed at her. Whatever. If you insist. It’s not fun when it’s only two of us.

Luckily, another person joined our chat right then, a friend of mine and Brittany’s named Ally. We had all gone to high school together so we were all best friends. We were also all graduated, so we could do whatever we wanted now.

For me, that meant continuing to babysit Hazel, just to keep seeing and spending time with Ethan.

What’d I miss? Ally asked.

Nothing, I said. "Why were you late?"

Sleeping. She yawned as if to prove her point.

I groaned. You are all so boring. God.

Not as boring as the girl who hangs out with a little kid every day. Ally held up a bottle of beer that she had clearly pilfered from her parents’ fridge. Look!

Ally and Brittany showed off their booze to each other. I pouted and picked up my phone to start looking for some music. I wasn’t boring. I had the most exciting life compared to all of them because I had two families. My mom and dad, and Ethan and Kiana. I started babysitting with them when I was just 14, right after Hazel was born. They were a nice couple who still wanted to have their own lives, which meant I was over there a lot, sometimes for entire weekends. Then, to reward me, they would take me with them on picnics, to amusement parks and to the beach. I’d even gone with them to the countryside to visit their relatives. That was fourteen days of swimming in a lake and staying up late and eating the best food I’d ever had.

The money didn’t hurt, either. The couple paid me really good, even for vacations we went on together because I was still helping with their kid.

I found a song to listen to, about a sexy younger girl who went around flirting with older men and then threatening them with jail when they tried to slip their fingers under her thong. A couple more of our friends joined the video chat, and we all sang along and danced a little. I pushed my breasts forward and pretended I was rubbing them on the hard chest of an older man--preferably Ethan.

Holy crap, my friend Tatiana said. When did you get so sexy, Poppy?

I grinned and held up my phone to take a picture of me from an angle that really captured how big and perky my boobs were. I put a halo filter on over the picture to make me look like this sexy, temptress angel. Then, I sent it to all my friends, including the ones not on the chat. I wasn’t really worried about anyone finding out. The pictures self-destructed after people saw them.

That’s what I want to know, too, Ally said. A total glow-up. You’re so hot, I don’t even recognize you anymore.

I smirked and blew them all a kiss. That’s just what happens sometimes.

The song ended and, in the brief silence before another began to