Page 57 of Big Daddy

Still, I can’t let her do this. I can’t let her get into this odd relationship after everything she’s worked for, after all she's accomplished. The wrong relationship can ruin your life.

Before making the call I want to make, I send a text message to Ezra, the fucking genius who got this entire thing started when he assigned Brielle to a porn production company for her film school apprenticeship. I told him then that my daughter needed to be reassigned. When he finds out the whole thing has become a thruway, I’m sure his interest will pique. Next, I make my first and only call. Winnie. The way she picks up the phone makes my dick hard.

“Yes, Big Daddy?”

“Where is she?” I hiss, taking my frustration out on the question, the words curving with anger.

“She is at Augustus’s house,” she starts, her words strung out with caution.

“Where, Winnie?” I ask, though we both know it’s not a question, it’s a fucking demand.

“Quincey,” she starts, but I cut her off.

“Winnie, for the love of Christ, tell me where my daughter is!”

A moment passes and a text flashes, supplying Brielle’s location pin. “Thank you.”

“I hate this,” Winnie whispers. “I want you both to get along, for your sake, not even because of us. I hated seeing her struggle with you, and now I hate seeing you struggle. And I don’t want to be in the middle.”

“You won’t,” I assure her, an assurance I have no right to give. I don’t have a crystal ball, I can’t see the future. All that I know is I don’t want my precious daughter in some insidious gang bang with porn producers, and I don’t want her living with them to boot. “I’ll… talk to you soon.”

Winnie reluctantly says goodbye and I end the call, driving for ten more minutes before I arrive and turn off my car. I give myself a few minutes to think but because I can’t quiet my brain, I pull out my phone and open a text message with Winnie. I justhung up with her and still, I want her words, her wisdom, her take.

It’s alarming how much I’ve come to think about her and concerning how I don’t want to imagine my days without her.

I know I said at the office that I was going to tell her but I won’t. I won’t tell Brielle about us. You’re right. That should come when you’re ready.

But I won’t wait long.

Her instant response soothes my nerves.

Remember that she knows what is best for her, not you. Also remember you’re an asshole when things don’t go your way. Her life shouldn’t be your way.

Do with that information what you will but whatever you do, do not rat me out, Big Daddy. I’m not kidding. I feel terrible for folding because of the dick.

And your pleading. The pleading was mostly what did me in.

I text back easily.

I’ll just tell her that I followed her to what I assume is one of her harem members’ homes.

Don’t make jokes like that about Brielle. She’s my best friend.

And two men don’t make a harem, dummy

I love that you love her first

I stare at the way I just used love twice when I haven’t said it in years.

First? That implies I love someone else.

Be nice if you want it to be nice. It’s up to you.

Quickly, I send her another text that surprises me.

I’d say that I’ll see you at home but you’ve refused me so I suppose I’ll be calling you after.

Thank you

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