Page 59 of Daddy's Pride

“Take deep breaths, boy.”

I obey. It helps.

“Feeling any better?”

“A little, Daddy.” I’m still crying, but it’s more of a snuffling whimper than loud, ugly sobs.

“What happened?”

“Nigel wanted me to stay late. He was horrible about it and about you, and I-I snapped. I quit. Oh, god, what have I done, Daddy? I need that job. How am I going to pay rent? How am I going to pay my bills? I’m such an idiot. Should I ask for my job back? I can’t. He told me I wouldn’t be able to grovel enough to get it back. Plus, I don’t want to work for him. I can’t. I can’t go back. He’s been working me into the ground for months. I can’t do it anymore.” I sob loudly.

Miles makes soothing sounds until I gain some semblance of control of myself.

“Do you think you could drive home?” he asks.

My hands aren’t shaking like leaves in a breeze anymore. “Yes, Daddy. But I’m supposed to be driving to yours.”

“Change of plans. I’ll come to you. I wouldn’t want you driving so far when you’re upset. Go home, boy. Change into something comfy and do something that makes you happy. Watch your favorite film or TV show, or order your favorite takeaway. I’ll be there soon.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Boy.”

“Yes?”

“You did the right thing.”

* * *

When Miles arrives, he immediately pulls me into his arms. He rubs my back, strokes my hair, and kisses me. I fall apart again, sobbing on him until I drift asleep.

When I wake, I’m in bed, cuddled up to Miles, who is staring at me with the sappiest expression I’ve ever seen.

“Morning, boy.”

“Morning, Daddy. Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I was thinking, that’s all.”

“About—?”

“You. Us.”

“Me?” I groan and cringe. “Oh, fuck, I quit my job.”

He kisses my forehead. “You did the right thing.”

“Did I? What if I’ve fucked up my relationship with Nigel?”

Miles strokes my hair. “You’re more likely to be able to repair your relationship when you’re not working together.”

I press my lips together and mull his words over. Things have been bad between me and Nigel for months. Ever since he started taking advantage of me. Or rather, ever since I let him take advantage of me.

“You’re right, Daddy. But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have a job and that I have bills and rent to?—”

He silences me with a kiss that leaves me breathless. “I have a proposition for you.”

Is he going to suggest sex to help me relax and take my mind off my problems? I wouldn’t say no.

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