Page 39 of Daddy's Little Worker
Dominic sighed. “Right. Next time I have to leave for an emergency, I’ll make sure to ask specific questions next time. Thank you for pointing that out.”
Her mouth fell open. “Wait! I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
Trent chuckled, and Frankie glared at him.
“Is that why you were sad yesterday and this morning?” Dominic asked.
“I’m not sad,” she lied, and they both raised one eyebrow. “Okay, maybe I’m a little sad, but it’s no big deal. I’m just thinking things through. Everything is okay.”
It had to be.
It always had to be.
If she let everything crumble around her further, she would be completely lost.
“It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to be worried ,” Trent reminded her.
He’d reminded her of the same thing yesterday before she left with Dominic.
“She was sad because Noah is being Noah and needs to get his shit together,” Trent grumbled before turning to her. “Sorry, Little one, for my language.”
Frankie looked confused. Noah needed to get his shit together? Why? What had he done wrong? She knew he had played with her emotions yesterday, but did Noah know that?
“Is that true, Frankie?” Dominic turned to her and asked.
She shrugged. Were they talking about the same thing, or did Trent know something she didn’t?
“Frankie.” Dominic sighed.
“I don’t know. I didn’t tell anyone anything,” she replied honestly. “Not even Monty when she asked. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t even want to think about it.”
They both looked at her and sighed.
“Can we go home?” she asked. “I’m done here. All I need to do is pack up my stuff.”
“Yes, we can. I’ll go grab the car,” Dominic said, turning and walking away.
“Has he talked to you?” Trent asked before she could take a step away from him.
“I haven’t seen him, but it’s okay,” she replied, smiling.
It wasn’t okay, but it was going to have to be. She needed not to get attached to him. She needed to remember he was her boss and not do anything that wasn’t employee or boss related. Frankie needed to set a firm boundary so she didn’t fall in love with him even further.
“Frankie,” Trent gently prompted.
“I’m okay. Nothing is wrong. I just need to go get my stuff and go home. I’m exhausted.” She sighed, her shoulders dropping as she finished talking.
It felt like she had aged twenty years in the blink of an eye. Everything was weighing down on her, and it felt like she was walking through waist-high thick mud, not going anywhere fast enough.
“Are you tired because of everything that has happened, or because you live in a bad part of town and are scared?” Trent asked.
“No one is supposed to know,” she mumbled, feeling betrayed.
Did Noah tell all of them where she lived? He told her he wouldn’t, and yet everyone knows.
“I put it together. No one told me. The bosses don’t like anyone walking to work who live far away or in a neighborhood that isn’t safe. I figured with how exhausted you looked that you probably aren’t in the best part of town and don’t get much sleep,” he explained.
Sighing, she closed her eyes for a second and let everything sink in. If he’d come to that conclusion, then how many other people had?
