'I’ve really done it now,’ Cecil thought as he inhaled the thick smoke of a cigarette, lungs burning as the tobacco laced smoke filled his lungs momentarily before he ushered it out with one smooth breath. The scent of nicotine mixed with the faint perfume you always wore still lingered in the air. Beside him laid the one person he never expected to fall for. You, Donald's daughter. On one hand, Cecil was admittedly smug. He never thought due to his age and looks that he could seduce anyone much less someone half his age. On the other hand he had known Donald for most of his adult life, had met his family and had known you since you were just a child with pigtails running around the GDA offices.

This all started when you began to intern for the GDA at 19. A low level secretary, nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t even have access to the restricted rooms your father or he had, a pencil pusher essentially. But when Donald couldn’t go up to see how his precious daughter was doing, Cecil naturally took over for him. It started with simple lingering touches, then witty and flirtatious remarks, and crescendoed with a rum laced kiss on your 21st birthday. ‘Lucky Donald wasn’t there to see that one.’ he mused to himself as he put out the cigarette on an ashtray on the night stand. He turned over to admire a tuckered out you, snoring ever so softly, the sheets pooled around your waist revealing the dark purple hickeys he'd left like a signature across your skin.

He reached out to brush a loose strand of hair out of your face before standing up. A shiver ran down his spine as his feet hit the cold floor, he began to gather his clothes, sliding his pants up his legs and slipping his shirt over his arms before sneaking out into the kitchen to pour himself a drink. The ice clinked loudly in the quiet apartment as he poured the amber liquid, his mind racing with the implications of what he'd done.