Page 2 of Daddy's Babies: Johnnie's Story

Well, I’m more of a rounded shape I suppose. Hourglass is how Chloe puts it, but I’ve always felt that I’m a bit too thick to be called that.

“You think you can walk away from us without paying the toll?” one of the creeps says moving my way quickly, but he stops short at a dark almost growl from behind me.

“Stay the hell away from her,” a voice says, pulling my attention straight to the man. The gorgeous, hot as sin man that’s starred in my dreams from the first day, I saw him.

His hand gently wraps around mine, pulling me away from the street and back onto the main sidewalk and into the lights there. It makes my worries fade but my stomach is still all in knots just from looking at his gorgeousness.

“What were you thinking going down a dark alley all alone at this time of day?” the man demands, his words angry, and I can’t think of anything to say. He shakes his head at me and hails a cab, before pushing me into it. He hands the driver a hundred-dollar bill and tells him to take me home.

It’s only after the cabbie’s third attempt to ask me my address that I come out of the haze and tell him the building’s name. That’s all that’s needed, and the five-minute drive is finished in silence.

I don’t wait when he pulls up out front. The hundred more than covers the fare and I hurry up to my room, wanting to avoid my father at all costs.

By Tuesday evening, I’ve once more locked myself in my room, my cheeks burning in embarrassment. Of course, the only man that I’ve ever felt anything for would be the one to come across my humiliation.

It’s not bad enough that I still haven’t found the papers, but the man of my dreams—literally, had to come across me when I wasn’t at my best. I spent most of the day looking around, recalling the smoothie shop I’d gone into to get a discounted drink after the app popped up the offer. They hadn’t seen my folder and I was depressed, because my father and his boss are both furious with me, and my father has done nothing but yell at me nightly because of my failures.

I spotted a store as I walked down the sidewalk, the girly clothes pulling at me, because while I may not be a fashionable size, I love pretty clothes. I hadn’t found anything in the store that really called to me beyond a lingerie set in the exact blue green as my dream man’s eyes, and I couldn’t help but buy it.

On my way out, my phone buzzed with an incoming message, and I’d reached into my back pocket to pull it out, not realizing the doors closed so fast. They aren’t automatic ones, so my bag of course got stuck in them, and when I gave the handle of the bag a tug, it tore off, sending me reeling backwards.

I was saying a huge thanks to whoever caught me, kept me from falling on my ass, until I looked into those same blue green eyes I’ve been dreaming about for the last week. My humiliation already burnt through me, and it grew tenfold when he bent down, picking up my not so little new panties and bra set. Seeing their size dangled from his fingers made me blush entirely, and I quickly grabbed them from his fingers, stuffing them into my purse and made a break for it.

It wasn’t until I was here in my room that I remembered the message and my father’s warning that I was running out of time didn’t help any.

I stuff the new lingerie into my drawer, then head to the bathroom, and submerge myself in a bath, needing it more than ever to calm down. It doesn’t really help and despite my father’s demands, I stay in the next day unable to face anything or anyone outside this place.

That only lasts until my father gets home and his continuous yelling has me out once more, racking my brain to come up with something. A walk through downtown makes my nose twitch and I smile, recalling the amazing taste of the chocolate caramel goodness that’d I’d gotten at a little coffee cart down this way.

I move quickly down the steps. Too quickly it seems as the last few rush towards me when my shoe catches on something, and I can’t help but let out a cry as the ground comes closer and closer.

Arms wrap around me, hauling me into a hard chest and I don’t have to look up to know it’s him. His scent wraps around me again and I nearly moan as my body heats with need.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters and my eyes pop open, looking up to find his attention not on my face but on my chest. I follow his gaze and my face flames with heat seeing how my boob popped out of my top in the fall.

“Oh god,” I mumble, my arms sliding up quickly to shield and right myself. Before he can say a word, I turn around, hurrying back up the steps and grab my stuck shoe. The gum on it makes me nearly throw up but I keep going until I reach a bus stop, then grab up some thankfully dry newspaper from the trash can next to it and pull the gum off my shoe.

A few dry heaves rattle my chest and I try to forget the chewed gum by thinking about my dream man. The embarrassment from earlier hits hard again but it’s better than feeling like I’m going to hurl recalling the gum.

I don’t know why but chewed gum is one of the only things that can make me puke. I hate gum, never have it, but chewed gum…it’s so much worse.

Having to tell my father that I still didn’t find the papers that night is not even close to making me feel as embarrassed as knowing that hot man saw my boob. They’re not little at all. I’m a forty-H in size, which is like two sizes larger than a triple-D, in bra sizes. It’s why I was amazed at my luck at finding a bra in my size the other day, especially because I not only need new ones, but also because the color was perfect.

The bra I have on today is my old strapless one and I knew I shouldn’t have worn it without the clear straps, but you could still see them with the halter-style blouse I was wearing, even with the cropped cardigan sweater I’d added to offset the cooling temps.

The cardigan barely covered my shoulders, mostly it was for coverage for my arms, and there was still skin showing between when it ended and then the straps of the top. It drew attention straight to the clear straps, so I’d taken them off. Clearly that was a mistake because the man got an eyeful of my huge tit, and he didn’t seem pleased.

I think that’s where the worst of the humiliation is coming from since I’ve been dreaming of the man for over a week now.

I push all of that aside and listen to my father’s next words after he snaps out my name.

“Brent’s giving you a chance to make this right. He’ll send you a message tomorrow to tell you where to meet the man whose contracts you lost. You’ll explain what happened and why we need another set signed, and you’ll make sure you apologize for wasting all of our time, do you understand?” my father demanded, and I nodded, not wanting to get smacked down worse than by just his words. “Good, now get me something to eat. If you’re not going to get a job or go to college, the least you can do is make sure I have a meal ready when I get home.”

I let out a soft sigh, moving into the kitchen quickly making pork chops. He doesn’t even say a thank you after eating them and I dread the message that should come from Brent. Even more that the man will have my phone number.

It’s almost three by the time the message comes through, telling me to meet him and someone named Paul at Club One at seven o’clock. I don’t know the place but take a quick look at their website and see it’s a fancy restaurant and club. The outfits the women wear have me searching through my closet until I find something that won’t make me look like an idiot, and I take my time with my hair for once. Usually, I just throw it up because the waves in my hair tend to do nothing but frizz up when I go outside.

Tonight, I leave it down and after it’s dry, I scrunch through it once more, getting rid of the worst of the gel cast, before sliding into the black pencil type skirt and aqua blouse. Underneath I gave in and wore my new lingerie set, and as I slide my feet into heels I rarely wear, I feel far more confident in myself than normal.

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