Robot Daddy (Fantastical Daddy Doms Book 4) Read online

  2019 © Published by Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Robot Daddy

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking/sexual activity or the spanking of minors.

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

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  “Shitballs!” I swore loudly as I grabbed the thick white envelope with the fancy calligraphy writing from the top of the stack of mail, glaring at it as if something were about to jump out and bite me.

  I didn’t open it. I didn’t need to. I knew exactly what was in it and exactly what it would say.

  “Together with their parents, Miss Elizabeth Grace Warner and Mr. Kyle Jeffrey Allistor cordially request the honor of your presence at blah blah blah, bite me.”

  I threw the envelope down on the table and buried my face in my hands.

  “I’m a horrible person,” I groaned as jealous, mean thoughts filled my brain. I wanted to be happy for my little sister, but she was my little sister. By several years. Which meant I was supposed to be married first. The upcoming wedding was supposed to be mine. And the groom? Well, he had been mine, once upon a time.

  “You let him go, Stella,” I reminded myself bitterly. “You outgrew him. You moved on. Not the other way around.”

  All of those things were true, and I didn’t regret it. At least, I don’t think I did. Some days I wasn’t so sure.

  But, all that aside, we had broken up only seven months ago. Seven measly months. After dating for almost six years. He wasn’t supposed to move on so quickly or easily, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to move on with my little sister.

  The wedding wasn’t even the worst part. Not even close. The worst part was that when my little sister had called last week to make sure I was okay with the wedding, and see if I was planning to come home next weekend to go bridesmaids’ dress shopping, I told her I had a boyfriend. A great boyfriend. He was smart and cute and funny and understood me in ways that Kyle never had.

  Lizzie was a princess. As sweet as sugar, and way nicer than most people. She sounded genuinely happy for me, or maybe it was relief. I don’t know. I must have been hitting the wine pretty hard that night. When she sweetly said she couldn’t wait to meet him...that’s when I did it.

  I told her I would bring him for the weekend. This weekend. The one that started tomorrow.

  It had been a moment of crazed desperation. An impulse. A giant terrible mistake.

  There was no boyfriend. Cute, funny, or otherwise. And now, I was supposed to leave tomorrow straight after work to make the three-hour drive back home. With my boyfriend. The one who didn’t exist.

  Any sane woman with my IQ would admit her mistake, or at the very least concoct a breakup story the way she had made up a boyfriend.

  I wasn’t sane, apparently, because there was no way in hell I was showing up alone tomorrow. Not a single one.

  Instead, I picked up my cell phone and ran my hail Mary pass. My co-worker and lab partner at P&R Engineering, Brian.

  It took me a full five minutes to bumble through my story and explain what favor I needed from him. “Please Bri, I’m desperate. I cannot show up to this thing alone. I’ll pay you. Five hundred dollars. And...I’ll let you have my parking space for two weeks.”

  At my office, the good parking spaces were considered prime real estate. I had one. Brian did not.

  He was completely silent through my entire proposition, and when he spoke his voice sounded weak and shaky. “The parking spot too? Geez, you are desperate.” He laughed, but even that sounded a little weak.

  I narrowed my eyes and frowned at the phone. “Brian, are you all right? You don’t sound too good.”

  “Food poisoning,” he croaked. “Bad sushi.” I heard him gag, and heard the phone clatter against the table as he apparently turned and ran toward the bathroom. It sounded like he made it, because all I heard after that were the sounds of furious retching. It went on for minutes, and I sat there listening, until the sound started to turn my stomach. Food poisoning could last anywhere from twenty-four to seventy-two hours, and I needed to leave in twenty. Brian was out. With a sigh, I set the phone down and picked up the glass of wine I had poured before getting the mail.

  I had drank it, refilled it, and drank half of another by the time Brian called back.

  “This is Stella,” I answered lamely.

  “God. Stella, I’m so sorry, and I’d love to, under normal circumstances. It’s a tempting offer. I could use the money. And the parking space. It’s almost rainy season,” he quipped.

  “It’s okay, Bri. Really. It’s my own stupid fault. I shouldn’t have lied and said I was dating someone.”

  “Maybe not, but, if it’s any consolation, I would have done the same. I mean, your sister marrying your ex? That’s harsh.” Brian sighed, and I could tell he was starting to feel sick again. “Should have gone out with my cousin last month. You could have taken him.”

  “Your cousin?” I only vaguely recalled the conversation. “The one who is moving here next month?” I groaned. “I told you. I don’t do blind dates.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Your loss.”

  I rolled my eyes, and Brian sighed again. “I’m sorry I can’t help, Stella. I really am. Trust me, I’d rather be doing anything else this weekend than spending it hugging a toilet. Speaking of which…”

  I heard him start to gag. “Go. Go.”

  “Too bad you hadn’t thought of this earlier. We could have made you a boyfriend in the lab.”

  “A boyfriend? In the lab?” I repeated his suggestion dumbly, wondering what exactly he meant, but the only answer was the sound of the dial tone in my ear. Brian was gone.

  I stared at the phone for a full minute before setting it down and finishing my wine. A boyfriend in the lab. How crazy was that? I laughed as I refilled my wine. Was this my third glass? Or my fourth? I couldn’t remember.

  I woke up in a puddle of drool, with notebook paper stuck to my lip. I must have passed out at the kitchen table. My head was pounding, and the wine bottle beside me was empty. I groaned. It had been one of the big bottles, too.

  I blinked groggily as I acclimated to my surroundings. Sunlight was streaming in between the blinds, and I could hear my alarm going off in my bedroom.

  I pe
eled the paper off my lip and frowned at it. There were sketches and equations, and notes all over it. Had I been working last night? While drinking? That didn’t sound like me.

  It wasn’t the only paper. There were at least half a dozen more strewn across the table in front of me. I picked up the one closest to me, and read my drunken scribbles at the top of the page.

  “Robo- Rob. The perfect boyfriend. Guaranteed to wow judgmental parents, spoiled little sisters, and pesky ex-boyfriends.” Wow, Stella. Tell us how you really feel.

  Robo-Rob. Geez, I had been really drunk. Shaking my head, I stood, and stumbled toward my bedroom to shut off the alarm. My head was fuzzy, and my stomach was queasy. I did not want to go to work, but I knew I had to.

  A shower would help. And aspirin. I staggered toward the bathroom, intent on getting both, and giggling at my drunken plans.

  An artificial boyfriend? Like that would fool anybody. I shook my head, stripped my clothes, and stepped under the hot spray laughing at myself.

  By the time I got out of the shower, I was singing a different tune. I worked in the top robotics lab in the nation. I had a goddamn PhD, my IQ was off the charts, and I had access to all the best resources. If I wanted a freaking robotic boyfriend, I could make a damn good one.

  But that was crazy, right? No matter how good a job I did, or could do, he’d still be a robot. He wouldn’t be able to fool anyone. And I’d be an even bigger laughingstock than if I showed up alone.

  The entire time I spent getting ready for work and subsequent drive to work, I continued to go back and forth in my head, talking myself out of, and then back into following through with the crazy scheme . I had even grabbed my drunken notes and shoved them in my purse on my way out the door, just in case.

  I stopped at the coffee cart and ordered an extra-tall latte on my way up, and when I got into the lab, I closed the door behind me, sat down on a rolling chair, and pulled out my notes from the night before.

  They weren’t bad. They actually made sense, even if they were a bit messy. Drunk me had really thought this through. I had planned out the perfect AI boyfriend.

  The question was: what was sober me going to do about it?

  Stop, Stella. You cannot build a boyfriend. And even if you could...you cannot take him home with you and try to pass him off as the real thing. That’s a bad idea.

  Even as I argued with myself, I was scanning the supply list I had made, and mentally checking off the items one by one. I had access to them all without even leaving the room, and besides a weekly productivity meeting this afternoon, I had a pretty clear schedule for the day.

  We were always encouraged to experiment with new products and create new technology. And if I pulled it off, this one could be big. It could even get me that promotion I had been working toward. I was justifying it now, I realized with a groan.

  Do not do this.

  I started walking around the room, gathering supplies, and piling them on the large work table in the center of the lab area.

  Fuck. I was doing this.

  Building a boyfriend is tedious and time-consuming work. But when I finished up the creation of the physical prototype hours later, even I was impressed with the outcome. If the AI part went as well as this part had, I totally had a marketable product I could bring to my bosses.

  I could only imagine how that meeting would go. Maybe I would build a female prototype as well, and drag Brian along for the ride.

  Build-A-Boyfriend was fucking hot. And pretty realistic looking as well. It was amazing how far science had come if I stopped and thought about it. Far enough to build a six-foot-tall silicone man with washboard abs, stunning blue-green eyes, and gorgeous dimples. It was kind of unnerving staring at his naked self, so I opened the locker in the corner of the lab and withdrew a change of clothes Brian kept on hand for emergencies. A light-blue oxford dress shirt, blue pinstripe slacks, and a matching sport coat.

  It was an epic improvement over the pale-tinted silicone.

  Dressed in Brian’s meeting clothes, Robo-Rob definitely looked the part. The test would come later, when I finished the programming.

  I picked up the third page of notes and began to scan my outboard configurations, opening up the small panel between the shoulder blades. Before I could get past the first step, there was a knock on the door to the lab, and our office manager, Jenna, stuck her head in.

  Panicked, I pushed Build-A-Boyfriend out of her line of sight, shoving him into the chair on casters and sending it flying across the room before she could see him. I hoped.

  “It’s time for the meeting.” She made a face, scrunched up her nose, crossed her eyes, and stuck out her tongue.

  I laughed, hoping my panic didn’t show on my face. And that I had moved Robot Man out of her line of vision quickly enough. “I’ll be right there. Thanks for the reminder. Been a busy day.”

  She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, before apparently deciding against it and snapping it shut. She nodded and closed the door.

  Phew. That was a close one.

  I grabbed a towel from the supply closet and threw it over the top of my Build- A Boyfriend on the chair. I was totally locking this lab when I went to the meeting, not risking getting caught building a robotic boyfriend. If I came out with this, it would be on my own terms, after I knew it worked.

  I had no idea what happened in the meeting. As soon as it was over I flew out of there, intending to rush back to the lab. Coming out of the elevator on my floor, I ran smack into Jenna, almost knocking her over, and sending my pile of papers and files I had taken to the meeting flying.

  “Oh shit! Jenna, I’m so sorry.” I knelt on the floor and began to gather up my notes, and she bent to help me.

  “Hey, no worries. I was going to ask where the fire was, though, and if it had anything to do with that hottie I saw in your lab earlier.” She smiled and winked, handing me a pile of folders. “If I had a guy who looked like that waiting for me, I’d be in a hurry, too.”

  My head jerked up, and I stared at her trying not to let my myriad of emotions show on my face.

  “I...um... Sorry, what?”

  She winked, and nudged me before we both stood. “Don’t worry, Stella. I won’t say anything about your boyfriend visiting you at work.” Boyfriend? Oh my god. She didn’t notice he’s a robot. She thought he was real. Just how good a look had she gotten?

  I stood there gaping at her, my mind running in a million directions at once. Every question or response I could think of was either inherently stupid or would give me away in a heartbeat. I settled on, “Thanks,” and turned to go.

  “Stella,” she called, stopping me before I could make a clean getaway. “I have one question.”

  Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I plastered on a fake smile and turned to look at her over my shoulder. My heart was pounding so quickly and loudly, I could feel it in my temples. “Yes?”

  “Does he have a brother?”

  My heart rate slowed, and my breathing returned to normal. He has whatever the hell I want him to have. “You know, I’m not sure yet. But I’ll let you know as soon as I find out.” I winked, before turning again and rushing down the hall.

  When I got to the lab, I unlocked it, slammed the door shut behind me, and locked it again. I closed my eyes, covered my face with my hands, and leaned against the door, shaking with a mixture of laughter and frustration. So, we had fooled Jenna. She definitely thought he was real, and she had the hots for him. At this point, I wasn’t sure if that was encouraging or terrifying.

  Uncovering my face, I gazed across the room at my robot dressed in Brian’s clothing. I should chuck him down the garbage chute and call it a day. Better yet would be if I had a time machine, so I could go back to this morning, throw out my drunken notes, and not waste my entire day on this.

  What had I been thinking? Sighing, I marched across the room and picked up the robotic boyfriend, grabbing him with both arms around his neck. He was much heavier than
I had realized, and I immediately struggled under his weight.

  But I managed to get a strong enough hold I was able to drag him across the room toward the disposal chute. Then my phone vibrated in my pocket, and I groaned because I knew exactly who it was going to be. I dumped him back into the chair and pushed the little green phone icon to answer the call.

  “This is Stella.”

  “Stella bear, this is your mother.” I sighed and stifled a laugh. She always announced herself like that when I answered, causing me to wonder often if she understood how Caller ID worked.

  “Yes, Mom. I knew it was you,” I responded with a giggle.

  She ignored me and continued talking.

  “I was calling to make sure you were coming down after work today, and that you hadn’t forgotten.”

  If I’d thought I would get away with it, I would have backed out right that second, but I knew better.

  “Yes, Mom. I am still coming, I plan to stop for gas and coffee and pull in rather late tonight.”

  “Late tonight?” Her voice was full of alarm. “Oh no, Stella, the engagement party begins at seven. You must not be late. You are the maid of honor, after all.”

  I bit my lip to keep from groaning. I had somehow managed to forget that little fact. As if getting engaged to my ex wasn’t bad enough, Lizzie had insisted I be her maid of honor. At her wedding. To my ex.

  “Mom, I will try to be there, but I do have to work, and there will be traffic.”

  “Stella.” She drew out my name into a long whine, and I rolled my eyes. My mother could whine better than any four-year-old.

  “I’ll do my best, Mom.”

  “Okay, and, Stella? None of this hotel nonsense. I have a room all made up for you and ...what did you say his name was?”

  Shit. Had I said a name? What was it? And was I bringing him or not? I didn’t even know. I couldn’t answer the question, so I did the only thing I could do under the circumstances. I panicked. “Sorry, Mom. Got to go. See you tonight!” I hung up the phone before she could protest, and stared at my robotic creation. He was cute. He looked real. He had certainly fooled Jenna, but this was still the craziest thing I had ever done. And I have done some crazy shit.