Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel by Rebel Wild (books to read for 13 year olds .TXT) 📕

“Really?” I say, almost bouncing off the bed.

I tried calling him Tristan once, not to his face, but to Daddy. He told me not to, that Mr. Garrett only wants to be called Mr. Garrett.

“For today,” he says. “Don’t get too comfortable with it.”

“Yes, sir,” I tell him and he raises an eyebrow at me. “Tr… Tristan.”

“Good. Joe’s waiting to take you to Twin Towers, then shopping for school supplies.” I have to force myself not to laugh at that. I swear I’m ten years old again, talking to Daddy. I frown in worry when I think of him. “Do you not want Joe to accompany you?” He asks, studying me.

“No, sir, I mean, Tr… Tristan. Joe’s fine.”

“Sydney, if you stutter my name one more time, I will punish you.”

“Sorry,” I say. “It just takes some getting used to.”

“I can always fuck it into you,” he says, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to object to that or what. “Be downstairs in twenty minutes,” he calls back over his shoulder as he leaves.

I walk through School Depot with Joe in tow, pushing a shopping cart. I just came from seeing Daddy and my mood is borderline depressed. He told me that they moved him out of isolation and into a new cell with three other guys. He didn’t say much about it after that, but I know he’s bothered by it.

“Joe?”

“Yeah?”

“If I ask you a question, will you promise not to get mad and blow up at me?”

“You’re thinking of the other Garrett.”

“Right.” I laugh. “I know you’ve had run-ins with detectives, but have you ever been in jail?”

“I got caught up in a lot of bullshit that landed me in a few holding cells.”

“With other guys?”

“Fraid so,” he says before looking over at me. “You worried about your old man?”

“They moved him into a new cell and I think he’s scared.”

“It’s rough, kiddo. I’m not going to lie to you about that, but if your dad’s anything like you, he’s tough enough to handle it.”

“I hope so,” I say, turning back to the row of writing instruments. “Seriously,” I tell him, looking at all the different types of highlighters.

“I thought girls your age would be into this type of shit.”

“I usually am but right now I don’t see the point of all of this stuff.”

“I say that every school year,” he tells me and I give him a look.

“You go to school?”

“My son.”

“You have a son?” This man is as mysterious as his brother.

“Jonathan’s ten and I dread back to school shopping. The only thing that makes it worthwhile is I get to do it with him. Why don’t you buy one of each? You can never have too many highlighters.”

I laugh as I put all the colors in the cart.

By the time I’m done shopping, I have enough notebooks, folders, and pens to last until I graduate. Not to mention all the cute stuff I picked to decorate my desk. Joe was no help in persuading me against getting all this stuff. He even found this ruby red stiletto tape dispenser with a matching sticky note holder purse and I just love them.

I’m feeling better again, and by the time he and I make it back to Mr. Garrett’s place, I’ve talked the poor man’s ear off. I ask him a lot about Jonathan to keep him talking as I’ve discovered his son is his Achilles heel. He’s in the middle of telling me a funny story about his first experience at the water park when the front door opens. He stops talking and I quickly stop laughing when we see Mr. Garrett standing there glaring at the two of us.

“I’ll take all this up to your room,” Joe tells me and I thank him.

“You really went shopping,” Mr. Garrett says as he eyes Joe and all the bags.

“I went overboard. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m pleased you got everything you needed.”

“I forgot to get a backpack.”

“You still have time. Have you eaten?”

“I ate at the food court in the mall.”

Pleased with the knowledge that I’m not starving, he leaves me to my afternoon. The closer it comes time to leave for his mom’s place, the more nervous I become. I don’t know why. I’m sure her liking me has no bearings on him wanting to tie me up in his torture room. Still, I want her to think well of me. How mortifying would it be if she knew?

Or maybe she does know. Joe knows, so maybe it’s just no big deal. But then why would she be so surprised to see me?

I put it out of my head and hurry and get dressed to meet Mr. Garrett downstairs.

“Tristan, Tristan, Tristan,” I say to myself to get used to it. Whatever you do, don’t call him sir, Sydney. “Is this okay?” I ask him about my white dress as he watches me come down the stairs. I have on very little makeup and I managed to put on one of the pink lipsticks I know he likes.

He didn’t instruct me on what to wear. His only request was that I not wear the collar tonight. I guess having his mom mention it put a kink in the kinkiness.

She’s beyond “okay” she is breathtaking. That white dress is going to kill me. She even has the nerve to have on hot pink lipstick. How the hell am I supposed to get through this dinner watching that gorgeous mouth painted in hot pink and not want to fuck her?

“You look good,” I tell her.

I lead her out the door and what happened earlier today happens again. I steal glances at her while my cock presses into my pants. I thought it was just the way she looked in that yellow dress that had me feeling this way, but here it is again. I have to resist the urge to hike her dress up, rip off her panties, and fuck her on