Naughty girls get spanked by their daddy

**Ivery Clark POV**

"Come. Here. Now.”

The weight of his command pressed down on me like an invisible force, rooting me to the spot. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to run, but I knew better. Running would only make it worse.

I bit my lip, suppressing a smile. Alrigo was angry. *Really angry.*

I should be terrified, I should be apologizing, but a thrill ran down my spine at the way his sharp jaw clenched, at how his piercing gaze burned into me like a predator deciding how to devour his prey.

I had seen him angry before. It was dangerous, intimidating—yes—but also… intoxicating.

“You,” he finally spoke, his voice low, deadly. “Did this…?”

I considered playing dumb. Maybe blaming the wind. Or ghosts. But judging by the way Alrigo stood there, breathing like a beast barely restraining itself, it was probably the worst idea in existence.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. What could I even say?

That I tripped? That I was *dusting* and—somehow—the entire office collapsed into chaos?

He waited. And the longer he did, the more the air between us grew suffocating.

I forced a shaky breath. "It was an accident."

"An *accident?*" His voice was quiet, dangerously controlled. But then—

His chair scraped violently against the floor as he shoved it aside, the sound grating and wrong.

I flinched. Something about him felt *different*. 

Alrigo was furious. Not irritated. Not annoyed. Not the usual mix of amusement and dominance that he wielded like a weapon.

No.

This was a storm, ready to consume.

"You mean to tell me that my office room—*my office room*—looks like a crime scene because of a simple *accident*?”

“You must think I’m stupid." Alrigo murmured dangerously low. 

I took a step back, but he was already moving, closing the distance between us in an instant.

And I could feel it in the air, thick and suffocating, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off.

“Ivery,” he drawled, his voice deceptively calm. “You have exactly three seconds to explain before I make you regret ever stepping foot in this office.”

My breath hitched. “I—I can explain—”

“One.”

“Two.”

“The thing is, the room was messy! I was just cleaning,” I blurted out, my voice higher than usual. “That’s all! The room looked… dusty. And the table had fingerprints, and you know, with all the papers everywhere. I thought if I could be any of help..." 

“Help?” His tone was incredulous. “You swapped entire documents. You destroyed a contract worth millions, and you expect me to believe you were *helping*? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?" 

Those papers were worth millions..!? I thought this room was just a reading room with no valuable files.  

“Tell me, Ivery, did you accidentally pick up the papers? Did you accidentally knock over the ink? Or that tiny little brain of yours didn't realize that those papers were more valuable than your entire existence?”

Ouch. That one actually hurt.

I crossed my arms. “Okay, first of all, my brain is perfectly fine—”

“Is it?” He leaned in slightly, towering over me, his presence suffocating. “Because from where I’m standing, all I see is a reckless little girl who doesn’t understand the weight of her actions.”

"I—I can fix it," I said quickly. "I didn’t mean to—”

"You can *fix it*?" He let out a short, humorless laugh, his dark eyes burning with barely restrained rage. 

"Tell me, how exactly do you plan to fix this, Ivery? Are you going to magically undo the ink stains? Piece together the torn pages? Maybe call up the men I spent *months* negotiating with and tell them, ‘Oops, sorry, my clumsy hands just cost us millions, but no big deal’?"

“Are you saying I did it on purpose?” I glared at him. “I work so hard, yet my efforts are always misunderstood.”

Alrigo scoffed, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “‘Misunderstood? Do you even hear yourself, Ivery? You’re either the most naive fool, or the most convincing traitor I’ve ever seen.”

“I should have throw you out,” His eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. "But do you know why I keep you around, Ivery? Hmm?"

I swallowed, suddenly wishing I had taken that step back.

"It’s not because you’re smart," he continued coldly. "Not because you’re capable. *Not* because you’re useful."

My heart pounded.

His smirk widened. "*You're nothing*. A pretty little thing that happened to land in my world, and I let you stay because I was *bored*."

My stomach twisted. "That’s not true."

"Isn’t it?" He tilted his head, his voice dripping with mockery. "Tell me, what *exactly* have you done since coming here? Other than cause trouble, whine, and remind me why I don’t trust anyone?"

"You're cruel," I whispered.

His smirk faded, and his gaze sharpened. "And you're an *inconvenience*."

I sucked in a breath, the words hitting harder than I expected. 

"What? You want to cry?" he mused. "Go ahead. But tears won’t save you, Ivery.” His voice was ice cold, and I felt it seep into my bones.

“Because of your incompetence, I just lost a deal that took me six months to negotiate. You know what that means?"

I stayed silent.

"It means," he continued with venomous tone, "that I now have to answer to people who don’t give a damn about ‘accidents.’ People who—unlike me—won’t hesitate to kill when their time is wasted."

A shiver ran down my spine.

His lips curled into a snarl. "And here you stand, like some helpless little idiot, batting your lashes and expecting me to just—what? Forgive you?"

“I should end you for this.” The words were spoken with quiet certainty, like he was stating a fact rather than a threat.

My pulse spiked. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. 

“But..lucky for you,” he drawled, a cruel smirk forming, “I’m in a good mood today.”

A lie. A big, terrifying lie.

“Run,” he murmured. 

I blinked. “What?” 

His thumb brushed over my pulse point, lazy, almost affectionate. 

“I’m giving you a head start.” His voice was quiet, yet it sent a shiver down my spine. “Run, Ivery.” 

My breath hitched. “You’re kidding.” 

His expression? Deadly serious. 

I didn’t wait for a second warning. 

I turned on my heel, bolting for the door. My breath came in short, panicked gasps, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might shatter my ribs.

I barely made it three steps.

The moment I reached for the handle, his arm slammed against the door beside my head, trapping me. His body pressed against mine, his heat suffocating, his presence a cage I couldn't escape.

A shudder ran down my spine.

"Pathetic," he whispered near my ear, his voice almost…*amused*. "Did you really think I'd let you go?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath ragged. "Alrigo—"

"You're not getting out of this, Ivery," he said, his tone darker now, all amusement gone. "You made this mess. And now, you're going to pay for it.

" I's your punishment time. Because you know what happens to bad little girls who behave however they want? They get their naughty, bratty asses spanked by daddy."
Oh god.