Page 21 of Double Daddies
Maybe if I can do that they won’t make me come to these stupid classes with Cassie the Cunt.
“Cassandra, you can either help Nicole pick up her things or you can spend a week in detention with Professor Faulkner.”
“Ugh,fine.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it,” I snap as I scoop my books up and push up to my feet.
But I’m so flustered by the interaction, I forget to be careful. And as I rise, my skirt falls forward. Exposing me to the room.
“Oh my god.” Pure, unrestrained joy echoes in Cassie’s voice. “Is that… is that adiaper?”
“No!” Face flaming, I jerk my skirt down to cover my diaper. “Shut up, Cassie!”
“It is!” Practically squealing with delight, she points at me and grins. “Only babies wear diapers. Are you a baby? Do you need your pacifier?”
Her laughter rings in my ears, and it’s more than I can take. Dropping my books on the ground, I reach out, placing my palms on her shoulders—and shove.
Cassie goes flying backward, landing hard on her ass and for a moment, a deadly silence fills the room.
“That isenough.” Miss Scarlett pins me with a hard glare. “Nicole, Cassandra, get your things. We are going to see the Headmasters.”
Fuck. If my Daddies find out how naughty I’ve been, they’ll definitely send me away. Panic claws at my chest, squeezes the air from my lungs and I do the only thing I can think to do.
I run.
Ezra
I’m eyeballs-deep in the monthly expense reports when the knock comes. Sharp, almost frantic.
Frowning, I rise from my chair and cross the room to open the door. And my heart leaps into my throat at the sight of Scarlett, looking more frazzled than I’ve ever seen her, holding Cassandra Morgan by the arm with an iron grip.
“Ezra. I’m so sorry. There was… an incident and Nicole ran off. I don’t know where she went.”
Panic wraps around my chest, squeezing so tightly I can barely breathe. My babygirl is missing?
Snapping out of my momentary stupor, I shove up from my seat and stride past them toward Byron’s office. “When?”
“Just a few minutes ago. I came to find you as soon as she ran off.”
Shoving open Byron’s door, I ignore the sight of Erica Jennings bent over his desk, her skirt flipped up to expose the red marks left behind by the paddle my boy holds in his hand.
Byron’s pale eyes immediately fill with concern when he spots us. “What’s wrong? Where’s Nicole?”
“I don’t know. Something happened and she ran off. Scarlett, stay here with Erica and Cassie, Byron come with me.”
Setting the paddle on his desk, Byron hurries past Scarlett and Cassandra and together we head for the main hallway.
“Where do you think she went?” Worry and the leading edge of panic color Byron’s voice as he whips his head around, searching for our princess.
“She couldn’t have gone far,” I assure him. “The exterior doors lock for exactly this reason, so she should still be in the building.”
Knowing that doesn’t ease the churning in my own gut as we begin our search. Classroom after classroom, checking in with the other students and teachers, asking if they’ve seen her. Nobody has, and by the time we head up to the second floor, my heart is threatening to beat right out of my chest.
“Goddammit!”
Whipping around, I scan the hallway behind us, searching for the source of that frustrated scream.
“The bathroom,” Byron whispers, pointing to a closed door behind me.
