“Father.” I smile and open my arms as my pepper-colored hair, blue-eyed, scrawny, and tall daddy comes rushing toward me.

           His smile is warm as he quickly wraps his arms around me. “Baby girl. How’s my favorite daughter?” He asks in his thick Spanish accent.

           My father knows English very well, but he came from Spain. I was born in America…to a family that is heavily involved in what I believe is illegal activities, but I don’t have proof of that, and if they are…I don’t fucking care.

           I scoff and smile. “I’m your only daughter, Daddy. And I am perfect, like always.”

           “Good!” He says and gestures his hands toward the ramp to the yacht. “Hop on. We have business to tend to. And I’m very curious about what went on between you and Ambrose. I oddly liked him…maybe.”

           My hand slides along the ramp railing as I shake my head. ‘No.’ “He and I were not meant to be.”

           He steps onto the yacht and turns around, waiting for me. “Oh, darling. I pray you’re not being silly and getting too comfortable being single. If you two are over, I am more than okay with that. But remember. You have to be married at some point.”

           “Men suck.” I pout and enter the two-hundred-million-dollar yacht he bought last week. “If I have to marry, it will be on my terms and when I want. I’ve failed twice now.”

           He raises his hand while stepping onto the deck of the yacht. “And that’s why you should let me choose your next man. You’ve failed twice. Don’t fail a third time. Let me fail for you…and I don’t fail.”

           My stare is blank, and my mind is empty. “No, Daddy. You do realize who you’re talking to, right?”

           He nods and falls silent, quickly lowering his head. The thing is…my dad is a fantastic man. He will do anything for me. But deep down, the old man is afraid of me. And everyone I’ve ever met is scared of my dad. So, I win…every…fucking…time. If I scare the scariest person on the planet, I get what I want when I want. And it’s partially why I’m an unfiltered psycho bitch most days.

           I intertwine my fingers behind my back and skip toward the front of the yacht. “And what if I wanted to marry a woman?”

           He raises his head, his eyes waving with curiosity. “And what brings this on?”

           I shrug my shoulders, trying to act innocent. “I’m not going to marry a woman, Daddy. I prefer men. I just asked, if that was ever an option, how would you feel about it?”

           “You’re my daughter. Whatever and whoever you want in life is your choice. I will never judge you.”

           Of course, he won’t judge me. He’s terrified of me.

           Imagine that. A scary man terrified of a woman like me. And it makes sense because his love for me is more potent than anything. And I’m not afraid to take a knife to his throat…I wouldn’t do such a thing…but I did when I was five. I had no fucking idea what I was doing at that time.

           My dad sits in his chair and raises his arms as a group of men enter the front of the yacht. “Gentlemen!” he exclaims with excitement. Now we can get down to business, and I can stop talking to my daughter about the men she doesn’t need.”

           Out of all five men, one of them catches my eye immediately, and he is swift to lower his head and try hiding behind one of the other men. I scoff with shock and disgust. “Ryan? What the fuck!”

           My father stands up, looking concerned, turning his head back and forth from me to Ryan. He points a finger at Ryan with confusion waving in his eyes.  “Aiden, step forward. What is my daughter questioning? Why is she calling you Ryan? And how does she know you?”

           I quickly wrap my hand around my father’s wrist. “Daddy, stop. I thought it was a guy I knew. I was wrong. It’s not him. I’m sorry for making a scene.”

           Ryan looks relieved and thanks me with the look in his eyes. My father relaxes and steps back as I force him to. I want to call Ryan out and smack him, but even if I beg my father to leave him alone, he won’t. My dad won’t kill him, but he will make his life a living hell if he finds out he was lying the entire time.

           “Let’s talk, gentlemen. I have three projects over the next two weeks, and I will separate your group into…” My father pauses and looks around. “Well, two groups. I need one more person.”

           “I’ll do it.” I quickly volunteer while glaring at Ryan.

           My father looks at me with surprise painting across his face. “Normally, I’d say no, but one of the projects might fit you perfectly. But I don’t know how I feel about any of my men around you.”

           “The guy I thought was Ryan,” I say, nodding toward him. “I can tell he’s trustworthy. I’m sorry, gentlemen. I have no idea how any of you truly are. But he’s the one that grabs my attention the most.”

           My father looks at him with approval. “He is my newest employee, and I hardly know him. But I also know my daughter can take care of herself.”

           And I’m going to be taking care of Ryan too! Mother fucker!

           I tap my dad’s back. “Daddy. I have so much more to talk to you about. But right now, I’m going to the hot tub. And Aiden will be my servant until we start this project.”

           “Now, hold on.” Ryan…or Aiden…whatever the fuck his name is…steps forward. “I’m getting paid to work and do serious work. I’m not someone’s servant.”

           I flash my eyebrows with an angered but serious, straight-lipped look. “Fine. I will call you, my butler. But you’d be too busy to be someone’s butler, right? Ryan? Oops. I mean Aiden.”

           My father’s baffled look makes me want to laugh, but I also know this moment, and my big fucking mouth can land Ryan in hot water. I point toward the sliding doors of the yacht. “Butler, follow me.”

           Ryan lowers his head with disappointment, and all the other guys fight back their laughs. My father waves his hand like a wand at every guy. “All of you get to work. We will send your assignments to your apps, and you can all figure out your partners aside from Aiden. He’s with Mia.”

           The sliding doors close, and I can feel Ryan staring at me as I head down the stairs. “Mia, wait. It’s not what you think. Just hear me out…”

           “You fucked me, Ryan!” I roar in anger. “Or Aiden. What is your real name? Are you a fucking cop? Why are you my butler, a porn star, and working for my father. Do you even sleep?” I throw my hands up in a rage of anger. “Of course, you fucking sleep. You’ve slept at my house many times. Are you a fucking cop?”

           “No!” He argues as we head down the deep oak wood-lined hallway. The fresh and brand-new yacht smell fills my nose. “Mia. I am not a cop. And my real name is Aiden. But I’ve been working for your father for the past month, and you have to believe me when I say I didn’t know he was your father at first. And my name is Aiden, but I used Ryan, so you couldn’t find out I did porn. But that didn’t happen, and you found out, and you still fucked me.”

           “Yes!” I snap and spin around. “I did fuck you after finding that out. But I didn’t know that was your name. And I didn’t know you worked for my father. I can see it on his face, Aiden. He did NOT like that I chose you, and I know why. He knows everything. He finds out everything. There is a very real fucking chance he knows you do porn, and there is even a fucking chance he knows you work for me…or did work for me. You’re fucking fired.”

           “Oh, come on.” He argues as I swing the door to the sauna room open. “Firing me because I took on another job. A more serious job than trimming your bushes.”

           I scoff with amusement. “You did more than trim my bushes. And you can guarantee I will never let you near me like that again.”

           He shrugs. “That’s fine. I haven’t been to your place for a few days. I figured that was a one-time situation.”

           I spin around, my head feeling light as I fight to understand everything happening. “You piss me the fuck off. This is stupid. And I cannot believe I am letting myself even work with you. I should have chosen one of those other guys and fucked them just because I can.”

           His eyes narrow. “Why did you choose me? Is it because I am your butler, and it pissed you off that I was working for your father, and you had to have it your way?”

           My hand bounces off his chest as I slap him as hard as I can. “Don’t you ever fucking talk to me like that? You have no idea who I am and what I am capable of. You’ve seen things, and you know, but you don’t know it all. I can have you…”

           “What?” He interrupts while not seeming scared or bothered by me. “What, Mia? Will you have me taken out? Your dad will have his other men, those he doesn’t bring around, take me out of here? I’m not afraid of you, Mia. And it’s not just because I’ve already fucked you. It’s because I see you. I see what others don’t see. You’re this badass bitch. There is not a thing on this planet that you’re afraid of. You can have people do whatever you want them to do with the snap of a finger. You get whatever you want whenever you want. And you are truly one of the hottest fucking women I’ve ever seen. I was proud to fuck you. But you don’t scare me. You never did.”

           “Mia, " my dad’s voice calls over the intercom. We are docking. Please call me quickly.”

           I raise a finger, anger boiling in my face, and my glare has to have him somewhat scared. “You hold that fucking thought. Don’t fucking move. Don’t blink. Don’t do anything. Stay right fucking there.”

           The fabric of my shorts slides along my hand as I grab my phone from my pocket. It rings, and my dad is quick to answer. “Mia. I am getting off the yacht and heading for a meeting. I have the other guys working on getting set up for their assignments. I’ll send you and Aiden your assignments in an hour. Are you almost done in the hot tub?”

           I chuckle. “Daddy. We just got down here. I haven’t even put my swimsuit on. Go to your meeting, send me the assignment now, and I will have Aiden get started on it.”

           Aiden looks at me with disappointment while shaking his head. I raise my eyebrows and nod my head. “Yes, you are.”