Chapter Eight
As Daphne slept, she knew she was more than contented. Having sex with Sebastian was precisely what she needed to get the sleep that she needed. Mr Blake and Mrs Blake didn't get the sleep that they needed. Their daughter had sex with someone they knew they shouldn't trust, but there was no other choice. Mr Blake made Daphne breakfast, scrambled eggs, toast, and two glasses. One with water and one with orange juice. He added them to the tray. As he walked towards her bedroom, he didn't care that she wouldn't like the extra item on the tray. Daphne dreamed she was surfing when Mr Blake kicked on her door slowly.
"Daphne," Mr Blake said. "Wake up,"
Daphne woke up groggily.
"Do I have to, Daddy?" Daphne moaned.
Mr Blake put his right hand under the tray and opened the door. Daphne was surprised to see Mr Blake holding a tray with her breakfast.
"As you can, I've made you breakfast in bed," Mr Blake said.
"Thank you, Daddy," Daphne replied, smiling.
Daphne loved how her father made scrambled eggs as she sat in bed. As he lowered the tray on her lap, she noticed the pill.
"What's the pill for, Daddy?" Daphne asked.
"It's a morning-after pill," Mr Blake said.
Daphne frowned, confused.
"Why have you given me a morning-after pill?" she asked.
Mr Blake sighed a little exasperated.
"Honey, we know who was in your bedroom last night, and we know what you did," Mr Blake said, trying to be patient.
Daphne's eyes widened with fear.
"Daphne, don't insult me by trying to deny it," Mr Blake said. "So, be a good girl and take the pill because your mother and I don't want you getting pregnant,"
Daphne's head was spinning at this revelation, and she took the pill and drank the water.
"Lift your tongue," Mr Blake said.
She thought that was a little confusing, but she lifted her tongue. To Mr Blake's satisfaction, there was no pill there.
"Good girl," Mr Blake said. "Enjoy your breakfast,"
As Mr Blake left, Daphne was perplexed about what her family life had come to be like.
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Sebastian couldn't wait for Daphne to arrive at school. He had to wait ten minutes longer than he should have, but when Mrs Blake dropped Daphne off, there was fear in her eyes. Mrs Blake gave Sebastian the filthiest look he had ever seen before she drove away. Once she was gone, Daphne still looked fearful in her eyes.
"You shouldn't have waited here," Daphne said. "Not after what we did last night,"
"I wanted to wait here, and I love what we did last night," Sebastian replied. "Didn't you?"
Despite her fears, Daphne couldn't help but smile.
"Yes, I loved what we did last night, but you shouldn't wait for me here from now on," Daphne said. "My parents know what we did,"
Sebastian sighed patiently as he had heard this speech before from other women.
"You shouldn't have to worry about what your parents think," he said. "I come from royalty, remember? Now come here and give me a kiss,"
Daphne smiled again, and she kissed him. As he kissed her back, Sebastian removed her hair clip and stroked her hair once it flowed down. As they continued to kiss, Daphne knew Sebastian came from royalty, but that didn't make her less scared of her parents.
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There had been times in his life when Mr Blake had been angry about things, but this was the first time he was well and truly furious. When it came to Daphne, he had always considered her his little angel, and she would grow up to be an intelligent and respectable woman. But that image was changing for the worse, and he hated himself for allowing it to happen. His little angel was becoming a disrespectful whore. Mr Blake was standing in the living room of the Host Father, and he just wanted to scream.
"My daughter had sex with Sebastian last night!" Mr Blake said. "She's an unmarried girl!
The Host Father sighed patiently.
"Mr Blake, I understand and respect your position, but if you want to be Mayor, you're going to have to stay calm and let things happen," the Host Father said.
"Let things happen?" Mr Blake asked, shouting. "My daughter isn't a whore!"
"Has it occurred to you that Sebastian doesn't think of Daphne that way?" the Host Father asked.
That was the last thing Mr Blake needed to hear.
"What?" Mr Blake asked, outrated.
"Sebastian is a prince," the Host Father replied. "Wouldn't you want Daphne to become a princess?"
The Host Father's way of thinking threw Mr Blake, but that still didn't quell his fears.
"Look, I appreciate what you're saying, but I need to think about my daughter's safety," Mr Blake said. "Now, are you sure Sebastian doesn't have anything?"
The Host Father frowned a little.
"Have anything?" he asked confused.
"Any diseases!" Mr Blake replied urgently. "I don't want her to catch any diseases as Sebastian obviously isn't a virgin like Daphne should be!"
The Host Father put his right hand on Mr Blake's shoulder assuringly.
"I've been told by his father that before Sebastian left Gemonia, he was checked out medically to ensure your daughter's safety," the Host Father said.
Although that gave Mr Blake a little assurance, that didn't leave him wholly assured as he wasn't convinced that Sebastian had sex with other girls in Coolsville before he got his hands on Daphne.
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Fred couldn't believe that the school made the students use the library for assignments when the internet was readily available. But as he couldn't fight against it, Fred walked into the library to find books for his assignments. The last thing he expected was to get an unexpected shock. He saw Daphne and Sebastian conversing in one of the back rooms. Daphne didn't see Fred as she was looking at books on the shelves, but Sebastian did. Sebastian was standing behind Daphne, and he wrapped his arms around her, but he looked directly at Fred with a look that said, "Daphne is mine!". Fred found this look from Sebastian to be very intimidating. Fred decided to turn around and return to the library later. Seeing Fred leave made Sebastian happy, and Daphne loved how Sebastian's arms surrounded her. His arms made her feel secure and loved. As Sebastian held her, he wished they were alone, private together, as he felt himself getting hard.