Page 18 of Daddy's Little Fighter
Carefully, she grabbed one of the cookies with her left hand while she kept a hold on the blanket with her right. Frankie closed her eyes, moaning as she took a bite of the cookie, the flavors of chocolate and goodness filling her mouth. This was worth going down the stairs and possibly seeing someone.
Frankie finished off the cookie and grabbed another one, unable to help herself. Why should she? She hadn’t had one of Trent’s cookies or any dessert in over three years. It was a crime, and she was making up for it.
She eyed the platter the cookies were on and then back to the main door. No one was there, which meant she was safe for a few more seconds. Should she take the whole platter back to Daddy’s office? No one would know that it was her who had taken them. Trent could make another batch before anyone found out they were gone.
With that in mind, Frankie took another bite of her cookie and moaned.
“So delicious,” she mumbled as she continued to chew.
“Has your Daddy not taught you that talking with food in your mouth is naughty?” someone asked. “Didn’t your Daddy tell you that sneaking around isn’t allowed?”
Frankie sucked in a breath, her eyes going wide as she turned around. Her hand flew to her neck as the cookie got lodged in her throat.
Dominic’s eyes went wide as he stared at her. Tears glistened in her eyes as she tried to breathe in, making the cookie go down farther.
“Shit,” he loudly said and ran toward her.
Placing his arms around her waist, his hands settled just below her ribcage as he heaved himself back.
“I’ve got you.” His voice was full of panic as he once again, pulled his arms back, trying to dislodge the cookie.
Tears ran down Frankie’s face as he continued to do it until, finally, the cookie flew out of her mouth and landed on the kitchen floor. Sagging in his arms, she continued to cry.
“Shhh, you’re okay,” he whispered.
But she wasn’t okay. She had almost died from eating a cookie, and it wasn’t her fault. It he hadn’t come in and talked to her, she wouldn’t have choked on it.
Dominic set her on the ground and adjusted her blanket as Trent walked in. Screeching, Frankie hid behind Dominic, leaning her head against his back as everything started to come crashing down around her.
“I haven’t talked to her yet,” Dominic said.
Talked to her? Why was he wanted to talk to her before Trent came in?
“Shit,” Trent mumbled. “I’m sorry, Frankie. I thought Dominic had already talked to you… Wait is that cookie on the ground?”
Frankie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was so done for. Trent had seen her, she had almost died, and Daddy was probably wondering where she was right now. This was why Frankie never went out anymore. Too many variables and not enough eyes to make sure she was safe.
“Frankie had a little choking incident,” Dominic gently said. “I scared her and didn’t realize she had cookie in her mouth.”
“Frankie choked? Is she okay? Do I need to get Michael to come check her out?” Trent asked.
Daddy would definitely know she was missing now. Would he punish her for leaving his office? Frankie couldn’t help herself. The cookies were calling her name.
“Why don’t you get Michael and her Daddy. I’ll take her up to him.” Dominic’s voice was calm.
How was he calm? Frankie felt like she had just been shot with something. She’d never be able to breathe normally again.
“Right. I’ll be quick,” Trent said before she heard him leave the kitchen. “Don’t worry about the mess. I’ll get it later.”
And now she could never show her face at the club again. Trent was going to clean up after her… clean her chewed-up and spat-out cookie on the floor.
“Frankie?” Dominic gently spoke. “No one else is in here. I’m going to turn around now.”
She took a step back and looked up at Dominic. He just stared at her for several seconds, taking in her now-shaking form.
“Shit. Let’s grab a cookie for later and get you back to your Daddy’s office. Do you think you can walk there?” he asked as he grabbed a cookie, wrapping it in a napkin.
Frankie nodded but she really didn’t know. So much had happened in a little time, and she felt so out of it.
