Page 38 of Daddy's Little Fighter
“Four years,” Frankie replied. “I worked at the club almost four years ago, but I stopped about six months after that.”
She looked around the room. Several customers were sitting at different tables, working on whatever they brought with them, but none of them were staring at her. Her shoulders relaxed a little as she brought her attention back to the girls.
“I worked at the club as well!” Sofia exclaimed. “I tried so hard to keep to myself, but Daddy had other plans. I thought he was just being nice since he was my manager, but everyone else told me he was interested in me.”
“She got in trouble so much.” Charlotte giggled. “Her walking from her apartment to the club at night is a big no-no. So if any of you ever think of doing it, don’t. You don’t want to end up over someone’s lap.”
“I did do that, but I didn’t have enough money to pay for a cab every night,” Sofia explained.
“That’s why you tell someone so they can drive you home.” Monroe gave her a knowing look.
“You know I couldn’t do that. I didn’t live in a good part of town,” Sofia replied. “I didn’t want anyone to take pity on me and move me into their house or pay for an apartment that I couldn’t afford. I was getting there very slowly.”
“By skipping meals and working any hours you could get to save up money,” Charlotte mumbled. “Lesson learned. We aren’t going to do it again.”
They fell into silence again as they all took a drink of their beverages.
“Here is your tea.” Rainey placed a cup in front of her. “Does anyone need anything before I sit down with you guys?”
A resounding no came from around the table.
“Good. I was really hoping to rest for a little while. Levi has wanted to be held all the time and won’t let me sit down much. Thankfully, Daddy has him right now.” Rainey sighed as she sat next to Frankie.
She looked at the drink in front of her and then at her hands. The cup was in a mug, and she could easily spill it with how shaky her hands were. How was she going to drink? Maybe she should have asked to have a to-go cup so she was less likely to spill, but it was too late now.
“You can do it,” Monroe whispered. “Echo and Rainey told me everything. No one is going to judge you if you spill a little. Heck, several of us spill stuff every single time we are here.”
It didn’t make her feel any better. But Frankie grabbed the cup with both hands and slowly took a small sip before placing it back on the table.
“What do you like to do in your free time?” Elsha asked.
Elsha. Why did her name sound so similar? She couldn’t possibly be the girl Dominic talked about all those years ago, could she? No.
“Eat nuggies when I’m at the club. Trent makes them for me,” Frankie replied. “I like to color.”
It was pretty sad that the list of things was so small, but she hadn’t been outside in forever.
“Wait.” Monroe held up her hand. “Trent makes you nuggies?”
Frankie’s eyes went wide as she looked at Monroe and then the other girls. “Y-yes?” she hesitantly replied.
“He doesn’t make me nuggies when I visit the club.” Monroe pouted. “But I guess I can forgive him for that. Maybe I’ll just beg and remind him that he makes you some.”
Frankie figured Trent did that for everyone. Should she feel special now?
“Trent must really like you if you get nuggies from him. I didn’t even know we had them at the club.” Hedda giggled. “Now I get to bug him about it.”
“I didn’t know,” she whispered.
Everyone’s eyes turned to her, and they all giggled.
“It’s nothing against you. Promise. Trent is just particular in who can go into the kitchen and who can get foo,” Charlotte explained. “Now we can give him a hard time for only giving you nuggies.”
“Oh,” she whispered.
Frankie’s shoulders relaxed as she slumped into her chair. Hopefully, Trent wouldn’t get her in trouble or withhold chicken nuggies when she saw him. How depressing would that be?
“When are you going to be at the club next?” Sofia asked. “Maybe we can all show up at the same time and hang out in the Littles’ room and color or play while our Daddies work.”
