Daddy’s Doting Addiction by Spicy Tuna

"One hundred million for your hand in marriage, deal?"

 

Outside the men's toilet at a bar, Naomi Green stopped a man. She tiptoed while pinning him to the wall. Her tone sounded rather youthful and immature but it had a domineering undertone.

 

She had to get married today or else her stepmother was going to make her marry a perverted, lecherous old man!

 

She would rather hire some guy to help her out than be dragged down like that, even if he was just a stripper at a bar.

 

In the dim lighting of the bar, the man whom Naomi had pinned onto the wall looked regal, arrogant, and handsome. He had a weak and distracted gaze. He swept a gaze across Naomi's intentionally caked-up face.

 

He said, "Move aside, kid."

 

How dare he call her a kid!

 

Naomi raised her eyebrows, feeling provoked.

 

She chided frivolously.

 

'Okay, Daddy, you’ve got my attention!' thought Naomi.

 

"It's only a fake marriage!" Naomi deliberately went in closer. Her fingers unintentionally touched the man's wrist.

 

"I'll pay you a hundred million for one month. I won't touch you. You don't have to do anything to get rich. Are you really not going to consider it?"

 

Before Naomi could finish her sentence, the man raised his eyebrows. His gaze fell on his wrist before sweeping Naomi a stern gaze. He emitted such a strong and overwhelming aura that Naomi instantly felt suffocated!

 

Naomi cowered. "Forget about it, pretend I didn't say anything."

 

As she let go of the man, she turned around and was about to leave when she felt a chill on her back.

 

"Did I say you could leave?" The man said coldly. His low voice was cold and metallic.

 

"Didn't you just refuse…" Naomi turned around and looked at the man confusedly.

 

The man took a step forward and went in closer to Naomi. She immediately noticed his extremely handsome face.

 

The man towered over Naomi. His deep gaze swept across her distractedly.

 

"Did you bring the necessary documents?"

 

"O-Of course!" Naomi smiled. Her eyes brightened.

 

An hour later, at the City Hall.

 

Naomi held onto her ID and the other documents tightly, sneaking a glance at the man next to her. Why did he suddenly agree to get married to her?

 

"Are you underage?"

 

The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her. His sharp gaze made her jump. This man's aura was terrifying. His shrewd and piercing eyes were extremely aggressive!

 

However, Naomi was not easily afraid. She raised an eyebrow, straightened her neck, and showed him her ID.

 

"Says who?! I'm an adult!"

 

Her ID clearly stated that she was 20 years old. However, her actual age was barely 19.

 

After checking their documents, the staff passed them forms to fill. Naomi quickly finished filling up the form. She turned to see the man completing the form. He wrote with gusto and had flamboyant handwriting.

 

Turns out, his name was Jack Hough. No wonder he was cold and arrogant! He was as frosty as Jack Frost.

 

Naomi secretly grumbled in her heart before handing in the form.

 

At the same time, Jack's gaze fell on Naomi's messy signature.

 

'So, her name is Naomi Green?' He thought.

 

"Sir, Ma'am, are the both of you getting married by choice?" The staff swept them a worried glance.

 

No matter how thick or caked-up Naomi's makeup was, it could not hide the youthful girl underneath it. It was jarring in comparison to Jack's mature aura. There was clearly a huge age difference. It was no wonder the staff would be suspicious.

 

Naomi was stunned. She subconsciously turned to look at Jack. Coincidentally, Jack was also looking at her. Their eyes met. His deep, dark eyes had a mischievous look to them.

 

"Are you getting scared?"

 

At that moment, something arose in Naomi's heart, but it flashed by quickly. She took a deep breath and hugged Jack's arm as if she was trying to prove something.

 

"Heh, I have never been afraid of anything!"

 

Jack lowered his head. He had a pensive gaze on his arms which was being held on tightly.