Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Never mind. One sec.
What did that mean?
He’d already driven Papa nuts by admitting to texting both of us while he’d been on the toilet, so what was he doing?
Okay five secs. Some people are idiots.
Who were the idiots?
Was Daddy still at his family’s house?
Wasn’t it too late for that?
Sunday night was evidently family dinner night and he was already on thin ice with his mother because he’d skipped most of it because the wedding had gone long with all the drama. Was his family the idiots in question?
Was he texting from the bathroom at his parents’ house?
Made it. You ready?
Ready for what?
I must’ve stood looking at the screen longer than I’d thought because a message from Santos popped up.
He hasn’t explained that we’re outside waiting for you, has he?
Oh.
No.
I was the one texting them one sec that time as my brain started working again and I mentally walked through the closing checklist as I headed to the door to lock up. It took longer than I wanted because I went over it twice just in case. I did my job really well but I didn’t usually close on my own and I was tired.
Big me was tired.
Little me was tired.
Work me was tired.
Work me was also frustrated that I had to hire someone again.
Technically the owner should be doing that but he called himself an old fart and liked going on vacation more than he liked working. So our deal was that I would do most of his job as long as I didn’t have to work full-time hours.
There they were.
As I stepped out onto the sidewalk, Daddy’s head popped out of the back window of what had to be some kind of ride share. “Santos was worried about you walking home alone and about how long you’d worked and his list kept getting longer, so I decided to make him happy by coming to get you.”
Papa had been worried?
Before I could process all of it, Papa pulled Daddy back into the car. “Don’t tell him that. You’re the insane one.”
I was pretty sure that described them both and I was glad everyone at work had already left, so I could smile and shake my head at them. It seemed like I had two worrier Doms that didn’t like me wandering around by myself at night.
Papa played it off better than Daddy had as he climbed out of the back driver side door. “You come sit back here, Harley. I’m going to sit up front and then we’ll head home. I think I underestimated the size of the car we’d need.”
To his house?
To my house?
Did it matter?
No.
“Okay.” I managed not to call him Papa in front of the driver but it got even harder when Papa kissed my cheek as he walked past me to the front of the car. “Thank you for coming to get me.”
Papa.
I kept that in my head, though.
He smiled like he knew it and even winked as he squeezed my arm. “Dally is obnoxious when he worries.”
Yep, Daddy was the only one who’d been worried.
He was so worried that he was grumbling about drama queens who repress their emotions when I finally slid into the back seat of the fancy car that Santos had clearly ordered. Daddy managed not to complain about Doms or boys or say anything BDSM related on the drive back, though.
He was too busy grilling me about work.
“You don’t seem to have enough staff if you had to do two jobs tonight. Why didn’t you get dinner? You didn’t eat, did you? I knew you wouldn’t have forgotten me.” He didn’t stop to give me time to answer anything, so I just tried to look apologetic as he kept going. “Was firing that idiot stressful? Do you hire people? What’s your job description? I thought you were just working at the bar to learn how to manage it not actually managing it.”
Daddy kept shooting out rapid-fire questions and telling me random things so fast we actually made it back to Papa’s condo before I could answer any of them.
The driver still seemed to find the whole situation hilarious, which made me wonder what they’d been arguing about on the ride over to get me. There was no way they’d behaved themselves because after we’d gotten out, Papa mumbled something about owing the guy a big tip.
It seemed like they only knew how to behave when I was around, so it was probably a good idea even though the guy was barely holding back a smile as he told us to have a good evening.
We were obviously all together but I was just glad none of us had said anything too interesting. I didn’t care if the guy knew we were gay or that we were dating. It’d be stressful but it’d be his problem if he was a dick about that. I couldn’t have handled the Daddy stuff or talking about my little side or Daddy talking about interesting things, though.