Page 82 of Daddy's Little Foreigner

She was getting used to sitting and laying down on this couch. It was quite comfortable, especially with a blanket wrapped around her. Definitely a good napping place. Not that she took naps, but if she did, it would be a perfect spot. With her size, it was almost like a bed.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" he asked.

"I feel better," she softly said. "I just ate something bad before work and it didn't agree with my stomach."

"Why didn't you tell me or take your shift off? I don't want you or anyone working when they don't feel good."

More guilt built up in her stomach as she lied, and he believed her. Why was she doing this? Why did she have to lie? She needed to tell him the truth, but it was just another thing for him to worry about.

Sofia started to cry even harder. She couldn't take this anymore.

"Oh baby," he cooed at her as he pulled her into his lap. "I thought you were lying to me, but I wanted to believe you weren't. Now, tell me the truth."

She snuggled into his embrace and cried. He knew she was lying but still gave her the benefit of the doubt. What did she do to deserve that?

Nothing.

That's what. There was nothing she did to deserve all his goodness. Not when she lied to him for weeks on end. Sofia didn't deserve her Daddy.

"Little one," Daddy said. "I need you to tell me what's wrong. You've been so stressed since we went to your apartment and I don't like it. I gave you a couple of days to wrap your head around it, but maybe I was wrong in doing that."

Part of her agreed with him. Maybe if he had pressured her into telling him at the apartment this all would've been better. But the other part of her didn't think so. This was different than the government saying she needed to reapply for her work visa. This was a threatening note in the club, and she didn't know who it was from or who would want to get rid of her.

What had she done to deserve this? She was nice to everyone she met.

Sofia pulled away from her Daddy and looked him in the eyes. Tears were slowly stopping, but her eyes were still damp from them.

"Can," she started off. "Can I tell you after my shift?"

"I don't know," he replied.

"Please," she begged. "I promise I'll tell you after my shift ends."

Sofia wanted to work her shift. She wanted to have a little normalcy for once in the past few weeks.

"Please, Daddy," she asked.

"Not your whole shift," Daddy said. "One hour."

She opened her mouth to argue, but stopped when he raised his eyebrow.

"A minute late and you'll be in worse trouble," he said. "I don't like this, but I'm giving you one hour."

"Thank you," she said, letting out a sigh of relief. She could wrap her mind around everything that had happened and figure out the best way to tell him. So, hopefully, he doesn't get really mad.

"No matter how tired you are, after an hour, you're going to tell me," Daddy said. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He helped her stand before she started to walk out. She had no clue what she could do in an hour. There wasn't much, but maybe she could restock some of the fridges. There were other bartenders at the bar and, even though it was busy, it looked like they had it under control.

Did they even need her here tonight?

With a sigh, she got to filling the fridges with things the bartenders needed. She was tired and knew that she would be sleeping well tonight, or she hoped. The past couple of nights she hadn't been sleeping well, since she got the letter from the government.

As she passed the employees locker room to grab some more applesauce packages, Monty appeared.

"What are you doing here?" Sofia asked, her eyes wide.

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