Page 48 of Daddy's Little Worker
No way was she going to move back in there. And there was no way she was going to stay on the streets, so she needed to work. Maybe she could get a second job to save up even more money.
“Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this. You are currently on medical leave or whatever the actual term is. You are getting paid every single day,” he explained once again.
“I know, but that doesn’t make me feel good about it either. I didn’t get hurt on the job,” she pointed out. “I could have totally worked the whole time. My neck was hurt, not my hands or my brain.”
It was like she was getting free money, and it didn’t sit well with her at all. She wanted to earn her paycheck, but Daddy wasn’t having any of it. The first day, he’d dragged her to the club and made her sit on the couch, she’d tried to work.
That didn’t end well at all.
Trent found her cleaning some toys. He went and tattletaled to Daddy. Apparently, Daddy had thought ahead and knew she would try to work, so he told everyone she wasn’t allowed to. She got in trouble that day. Lines once again. They absolutely sucked, especially since he made her do one hundred that time.
“And I told you no. Dr. Mike told you and me that you are supposed to rest for several days to allow your body to heal. You working is putting strain on your body, strain you don’t need while you heal,” Daddy lectured again. “I understand you're bored and want to work, but it’s two more days and then the weekend. After the weekend, you can work.”
She eyed him warily. “Promise?”
“I promise. Monday morning, we are going to come in together, and you are can do some work. Then you’ll take a nap, eat lunch, and then you can work a couple more hours until we go home,” Daddy informed her.
“I don’t need naps anymore.” She sighed. “But I guess Monday is okay. If you don’t let me, there is going to be a revolt. I need to work so I can put some money in my savings.”
Daddy got up from his seat and knelt in front of her. “Frankie,” he gently said. “You are getting paid while you aren’t working this week. I know it feels strange, but this is what we do for our employees. Even if they don’t get hurt at work. Everyone needs time to recover.”
“So you aren’t just making it up for me?” she whispered.
“No, and even if I was, there isn’t any problem with that. We all do things for the people we lo?—”
“Can I steal you for a second?” Oliver asked, interrupting Daddy.
Daddy growled. “You can tell me here.”
Was Daddy about to tell Frankie that he loved her? Had Oliver ruined it, or was he going to say something different?Frankie couldn’t take this any longer. How was she supposed to go on like this?
“Are you sure?” Oliver looked over at her with hesitation.
“You can go,” she mumbled.
“No. Whatever you want to say in front of me can also be said in front of her. Frankie, we do things and take care of the people we lo?—”
“Police couldn’t find the guy who did this to Frankie. There were no witnesses,” Oliver cut in again.
Daddy growled and shot him a glare. “Will you stop interrupting me?” he yelled.
“The cameras!” Frankie raised her voice at the same time.
“Cameras?” Oliver gave her a puzzled look.
“Daddy put cameras up in my apartment hallway in case something happened. They were so small that I often forgot about them, but they are there, or should be. Maybe the guy didn’t see them, and you can find out what he looked like!” she suggested before her mouth dropped open.
She had called him Daddy out loud for the first time. She wasn’t supposed to do that. She was supposed to keep it in her head and tell no one she thought of him that way. What was he going to do? It was a no-no to call a Daddy Dom who wasn’t hers a Daddy. It was frowned upon.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling ashamed.
Frankie knew it was going to come to this. How could she have kept it inside any longer? It was bound to come out at some point, and sadly, it came out when someone else was in the room to witness it.
“Do not say anything.” Daddy’s voice was dark as he pointed to Oliver. “Stay quiet for the next minute or so, help me, I will kill you.”
Frankie and Oliver’s eyes widened. Why was Daddy mad at Oliver? Would he actually kill him, or was he just getting frustrated?
He turned to her and cupped her face with his hands. “Baby, sweetheart… I’m not mad at you for calling me Daddy. I’m over the moon that you think of me as your Daddy. I would be honored,” he gently said. “What I’ve been trying to say twice so far was that we take care of the people we love. I love you, and I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want you to leave my apartment. I want you where I can take care of you and make sure you are safe and loved.”
