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Whimpering at being empty, Daddy wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him.
“You’re okay,” he gently said. “Let’s get you cleaned up and go home.”
CHAPTER 24
FRANKIE
“Come on, pumpkin. We’re going to the club,” Daddy called out.
Frankie didn’t feel like going to the club. She didn’t want to sit in his office and do nothing while he worked, but it was better than staying at his apartment alone. It was way too big for her, and it scared her with how many dark spots there were.
It scared her, not knowing if someone could come out of those dark places. The likelihood of it happening was slim, but it could still happen, and she wasn’t going to take a chance.
“We really have to go?” Frankie whined. “I don’t want to go tonight. It’s going to be so boring sitting in your office for a couple of hours.”
Daddy raised an eyebrow and looked at her. “You are coming. It isn’t up for discussion. While your attacker doesn’t know where you live now, I don’t want to take any chances. And you can play with some of the other Littles that will be there.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to.” Her shoulders rolled in on her as she looked down.
As much as she did, she didn’t want to at the same time. She wanted to continue to play by herself for the rest of her life. It made life so much simpler, especially when people started to ask questions.
“Sweetheart,” he began as he knelt in front of her. “I know you don’t want them to ask questions, but that is no way of living your life. You need to make friends.”
Frankie shook her head once again. “I don’t need to, and I don’t really want to. I just want to live my life how I want to live it.”
But she was getting really lonely. Before, she could blame it on needing to work and not being able to spend money, but now she didn’t have that excuse. Now she had Daddy to rely on, and somehow her free time had grown. She now had time to hang out with friends if she wanted.
“Do you have any friends from your life before you met your other Daddy and everything happened?” Daddy asked.
She shook her head. Not that any of them would want to talk to her. She had completely abandoned them, and now it had been years. They probably wouldn’t want to talk to her anyway.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I bet they are worried about you.”
“No, they aren’t.” She sighed sadly. “None of them have messaged me whenever I stopped replying to their texts. I don’t think they missed me at all, and that’s okay. They weren’t very good friends if I’m being honest. They were kind of just there and wanted things from me.”
“Wanted what type of things?” Daddy’s head tilted to one side. “What did they want?”
“Not money, but I don’t know. Things like to borrow some of my clothes. I got some of them back, but some were taken just when I met my ex-Daddy, and I never got them back,” she whispered.
Not that it mattered. She hadn’t missed those clothes one bit. She honestly couldn’t remember what they were, so she was okay.
“That’s not right, baby,” Daddy spoke honestly. “They should have brought them back. They should have checked up on you to make sure you were okay. That was unacceptable for them, and you are better off without them.”
Tears pooled in her eyes, and she blinked them back.
“No, don’t you dare.” His stern voice had come out. “You do not hold in your tears. If you need to cry, what do you do?”
“Cry and come to you for a hug,” she whispered, her voice raw with emotion.
“That’s right. Now, come give Daddy a hug.”
Frankie launched herself into Daddy’s arms, and he held her close as the tears roll down her face. She cried for her friends leaving her, for her losing clothes, and for her ex-Daddy treating her poorly. She cried for everything she should have all that time ago, but didn’t allow herself to.
“Good girl,” Daddy whispered. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Frankie gripped his shirt and snuggled into his chest as her tears started to slow. She felt lighter than before, like all this weight had just left her body, and she didn’t have to worry about it anymore.
“Doesn’t that feel so much better?” he asked.
