I didn't become a billionaire by thirty and semi-retire at forty-five to a life of luxury by messing around. It came from focus, unwavering focus, that helped me seal deals and get what I want. Which is why, the second my estranged ex-step-brother shows up at my mansion gates with his sweet, eighteen year old daughter in tow, I know she can give me what I want, and I can give her what she needs. I want her, every day, in every way. She needs me. She needs a Daddy, or considering the age difference, more like Zaddy.