Page 81 of Daddy's Little Foreigner

But that would hurt Sofia because she needed all the money she could get. If she cut her hours any more, she would be out of a house and be living on the streets.

A shiver ran through Sofia as she walked out of the employees room, in a daze. What was she going to do?

“Are you okay?” Leo asked.

Sofia looked at him and gave him a small smile. It didn’t reach her eyes and she felt like he knew that.

“I’m okay,” she whispered.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he stepped in front of her.

She looked down at the ground, not wanting him to see her face. She had no doubt it was giving a lot away and she didn’t want that. All the Daddy Doms around here just seemed to be able to read her really well.

“Nothing,” she responded.

“Bullshit,” he said.

Sofia shook her head. “I just ate something bad and feel a little nauseous.”

She hoped that lie would work, especially since he couldn’t see her face.

“Then go take a break or better yet, go home.”

“Cold water will fix it,” she said as she took a step to the side. “Besides, I just got here so I can’t take my break yet.”

“You shouldn’t be working here if you’re feeling sick. Your Daddy wouldn’t like that.”

Sofia started to walk towards the bar, nervous that he was going to say something to Daddy. Should she go and tell him that she wasn’t feeling good before Leo did? She shook her head at her thought and walked behind the bar.

She looked around the place, trying to see if she could find anyone that would give her the note. Maybe they were in the club watching her. The thought of that made Sofia feel even more ill than she already did.

Placing a hand on her stomach, she took several deep breaths in to try and calm herself down. She didn’t need to work herself up over this right now. The person wouldn’t be here, would they?

Why would they be? They were risking being caught. Unless they were a regular and no one ever thought it would be them.

Sofia’s eyes went wide at the thought, her hand flying to her mouth. She was going to be sick.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her Daddy walk into the room right as she was dashing towards the bathroom.

She didn't care who was watching her at this point, all she wanted was to make it to the bathroom before she puked. Sofia dropped to her knees in front of the toilet and started to puke.

Sofia felt someone grab onto her hair and hold it back as she continued to expel her guts. Tears were streaming down her face as this continued. She hated puking.

"It's okay," Daddy whispered as he rubbed her back.

She slumped back, leaning into his body as she finished. Her body felt weak as she relaxed some.

"What's wrong?" Daddy asked. "What has you all worked up that you made yourself sick?"

The thought of the person being here right now had Sofia leaning over the toilet again.

"Shhhhhh, you're alright," he softly said as she started to cry harder.

Everything was getting so overwhelming, and she didn't like it. She just wanted life to be simple and it was anything but that.

Daddy picked Sofia up and held her against him as he started to walk. She snuggled into his embrace, feeling awful about everything. Why did this have to happen to her?

"Sofia," he gently said as he placed her down on his office couch.

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