Daddy James

The infamous American supermodel, Mr. James Anderson, summoned Daniel  Whilkes, to sustain a very special encounter with him:

Lively chatter and poorly suppressed laughter filled the lobby, easing Daniel's tension as he continued walking through. Maroon stained leather sofas were pressed against violet, high-ceiling walls, and various magazines, having women photoshopped to perfection on their covers, were littered atop glass coffee tables sitting in front of the couches. Even the walls were decorated with sexy women; professionally framed photographs hung every several feet.

The office was nothing but an awe-inspiring piece of architecture. The big round aquarium going from floor to ceiling in the midpoint of the hall just gave an amazing look to it. Hundreds of colorful fish doubled the beauty.

The creases on his forehead were prominent as he approached a pretty middle aged woman seated behind the desk, "Uh, hello." He pleaded her attention softly, gazing at the dial of the watch strapped to his left wrist.

The woman looked up, giving him a look over, "How can I serve you, sir?"

"I'm Daniel, Daniel Whilkes....."

"Oh, Mr Wilkes, the boss has been waiting for you for the last fifteen minutes." She shot a weird face at him.

I guess when she was told that her boss had a special guest, she didn't expect an 18 year old boy at all.

"The traffic on Dawson Street was awful." He let out the lame excuse passing a tiny embarrassed smile at her.

"Take the elevator straight to the third floor, once you're there go straight and the fifth door on the right is Mr. James's office." She guided him, wholly uninterested.

The stunningly beautiful interior and old wood furniture of the office left Daniel in awe as he drew near the elevator. The unanswerable questions about James Anderson invaded his mind while he pushed a button and the doors of the elevators shut in a wink of an eye.

He stressed to make out in his mind what the hell on earth was the formula James applied to achieve the position which he currently flaunted? Five years back everyone in America knew James Anderson was a flop model after he lashed out at a model, winner of the 'Super Model' contest, live on the national television.

And straight off after five years he ran the number one advertising company and was one of the top supermodels of America. Achieving this success with luck just isn't possible, it's not possible but Daniel's pea-sized brain couldn't make out what the heck James did to achieve all that.

The elevator chimed and the door slid open introducing Daniel to the 3rd Floor.

He walked straight trying to calculate out the fifth door on his right.

After all, marrying the great Jenna Mount did it for Mr. Anderson.

It didn't take time for Daniel to crack James' shortcut to success. He placed a couple of soft knocks on the wooden door.

He held the shiny golden doorknob and let the door opened. It let him into a hallway. In front of him was another door completely made up of glass which was

with a large black rifle in his hands, "Sir's been waiting for you. You're late."

to shrug his shoulders in an apologetic manner. Giving himself a shocking look in the glass door, he raked fingers through his hair in

guard brought up his wrist near his lips, "Mr. Whilkes is

from the other end on the guard's radio. Daniel didn't want to give out a bad impression to the father of his girlfriend, hence

guard let him in while he rubbed his forehead in an effort to get rid of the sweat beads forming. As soon as he entered

as he was introduced to the broad office, the well-furnished room was enough for a dance party of zebras. He looked around, each and everything was catchy, but one special life-sized frame of the bathroom door caught his attention;

could also feel the temptations of how possible it was for girls to defy such a sexy body. Thankfully James'

complete if I could impress

like it was inviting

to be here seventeen minutes ago, Mr. Whilkes," James uttered briskly

Daniel, he flipped the lid of his laptop shut and leaned back on his high leather revolving seat,

obedient student at the school Daniel instantly jumped into the seat kept against the desk, "Sorry, Mr. Anderson."

water." James offered him a glass of

it aside after taking a couple of sips, "I am comfortable." He waited for James to get

the desk, "Back to business. How much will it withdraw to leave Sarah alone?" He asked, raising his brows like it was nothing but a photo shoot deal or any other deal of his wife's

"Excuse me?"

I'm ready to fill your ass with dollars in return for leaving my daughter alone." James said, placing a little punch on

who was thinking James was starting to plan a surprise birthday

I truly like your daughter, she's just-" Daniel fell short of words or maybe the energy

melodrama." James sighed, rising from his

her more than anything." Daniel begged, putting on his best confident look

and fetched a globe kept on the pile of papers nearby, "Of course you do. But who comes first on your list? Is it my daughter?'' By this James made it crystal clear to Daniel that this meeting

hard to avoid his Blue deep eyes responded,''

I wrong?" Timing of James' smile appearing and Daniel's vanishing was so

face went pale on Alice's name being mentioned, "I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Anderson!" Daniel chose to lie like there was

smile to Daniel as he grabbed his left shoulder, making Daniel face

I'll do the honours

confused Daniel tried rising from the seat but James' forceful push on his

desk and looked at it for a