Page 51 of Crazy In Love
And then I waited anxiously as the three little dots moved around the screen.
Daddy Warbucks
Not kind. Necessary.
What the hell did that mean?
It was actually not necessary, as I’m sure Emerson will tell you. So that just makes it kind. Just say “you’re welcome.”
Daddy Warbucks
You sure do like to tell me what you think I’m supposed to say. I don’t need directions on how to speak, Emilia.
My mouth fell open. How had this turned into him being defensive?
This text is me thanking you. How did it turn into me telling you what to say?
Daddy Warbucks
Did you not just tell me to say “you’re welcome”? And haven’t you been insisting that I say “I’m sorry” for weeks?
Touche, jackass. I was trying to be nice.
Daddy Warbucks
I never try to be nice.
Really? I’m shocked. (Yes. That’s sarcasm.)
Daddy Warbucks
Hey, you got the apology. Consider it a win.
That’s what I keep hearing. Apparently, you never apologize.
Daddy Warbucks
How’s the head?
Why are you so worried about my head. It’s not like you caused the accident. This isn’t your fault. Unless you put an oil slick down on the road in front of your house hoping I’d slide into your driveway.
Daddy Warbucks
In hopes that you would hit my truck and then finally drag an apology out of me?
You can barely stand me. You aren’t responsible for the accident. What’s the obsession with the lump on my forehead?
Daddy Warbucks
Maybe I didn’t want to risk you claiming you got a head injury in my driveway and suing me.
You know I wouldn’t sue you. I was the one who crashed into your truck. I’m at fault. So why are you so concerned?
Daddy Warbucks
Story time is over. Get some sleep, Emilia.
Who’s being bossy now?
