The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βI hate when you try to top me, man, you know that? Save it for Emily.β He waves his hands around his head the way he always does right before he capitulates. βJust make sure you send an estimate to Glory.β
βI will. Get me that list today, huh? And donβt step out of your door again without your panic button. Iβll tell Manny heβs on you for public events. I know you already do most of your shopping online, but nowβs not the time to develop a sudden interest in bloody boutiqueing.β I check the time on my phone. βIβve got to run.β Particularly if Iβm going to do a cost estimate for Rickβs manager and call my IT guy before I take Emily to the park.
βYou donβt have time for lunch? I figured Iβd order in.β
βSorry, mate, not today.β I donβt have time, and Iβm not really in the mood to hang with him right now. But itβs probably been hard for him to admit this to me, so I throw him a line. βYou got plans for the Yankees game on Sunday?β
βNothing yet.β
βCome over and watch it with us. Iβll invite Manny and Jen and a couple of the subs from Blunts. Emily can make you a wheat grass margarita.β
βFuck that. Iβll bring what I want to drink. And make sure Lucyβs there. I still canβt believe you blew it with Rachel, but blondieβs a close second, even if she wonβt let me fuck her yet.β
She wonβt? Lucy has a hard limit on anal, I know, but Iβve never known her to refuse other types of sex. Iβll have to ask her what her concerns about Rick are and see if they give me any insight into this situation.
βSure. Iβll text you a time. Bring ice cream.β
βIce cream? Emilyβll have my nuts. I thought you werenβt allowed anything but kale and shit.β
I chuckle. βIβm not. Thatβs why youβre bringing it. She wonβt yell at you. See you Sunday, mate. And try to chill out. Weβll get on top of this.β I rise and clap him on the shoulder.
I double-check his house system as he shows me out. Everythingβs working as it should, but I still wonder if I shouldnβt include some upgrades in my estimate for Glory. Rickβll probably think Iβm overreacting. Maybe I am. I was a paranoid bastard before I got my head bashed in. But something about this has my Spidey-sense tingling, and Iβve learned over the years not to ignore its warning. If that means Rickβs got to live at DefCon One for a while, so be it. My last client who didnβt take their stalker seriously ended up with permanent burn scars, and she was fucking lucky. Rick may not be my favorite person right now, but I donβt want that to be him.
* * *
Emilyβs in the kitchen when I get back. Juicing me a damn kale and carrot smoothie.
Her eyes light up when I walk in, and she offers me a shy smile along with a sheaf of papers on which sheβs written out her lines in glittery, purple ink. Good girl. While she finishes making the smoothie, I check over her lines, counting the sets of her five-line mantra.
I came up with the mantra while we were on the train back from San Diego. I was still on heavy painkillers, sleeping more than I was awake, and Emily was having to deal with so much on her own. Even though she had support from Maude and Javier, I could see her struggling, so I gave her the mantra to remind her that even when I wasnβt awake, I was with her. It worked a treat. She settled immediately, and Iβve heard her whisper it to herself during stressful moments since weβve been back. She made a poster of it: big, curling letters and little pictures around each word, flowers and birds and rainbows. I got it framed and we put it up on the wall in my old bedroom, then renovated the room around it into her little room: repainting and bringing her day bed, desk, puzzle table, puppet theater, books, comics, stuffies, and cushions down from Syracuse. I like her mantra so much I occasionally go into her little room even when sheβs not in there to read it and smile to myself.
I belong to my daddy.
Every inch of me.
My daddy holds me in his hands.
I am safe with my daddy.
Always and forever.
Sheβs written it out one hundred and ten times, which is so Emily. She always gives me that little bit more. Iβm so proud of her, and so proud to be her daddy.
Even when sheβs making me drink bloody kale. I gulp the disgusting goop down when she gives it to me, put the empty glass in the sink, pull her into my arms, and kiss her forehead. βI love you, little girl.β
She snuggles into me. βI love you, too, Daddy. Is Rick okay?β
βUh-huh. Emmy, why donβt you call him Master Rick? Heβs a Dom, just like Niall and Javier. You call them Master.β
She shrugs. βI know, but he doesnβt act very domly. I mean, itβs all about him, isnβt it?β
Interesting that she sees him that way. I flick the tip of her nose. βWhat do you mean by that?β
βDonβt be mad? I know heβs your friend.β
βIβll never be mad at you for being honest with me, little love. Iβm curious. Tell me what you think.β
βHeβs a narcissist, Daddy.
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