Daddy's Demands
I say it automatically, before I even realize how blasphemous it is to say about the don, the man I owe everything to.
Her eyes widen and that’s my clue I disrespected him.
“I mean, don’t tell him I said that, but bambi, if you’ve found what you love to do, and you’re good at it—well, that’s a gift. Most people spend their whole lives looking.”
“You really think so?” Her hand tightens in mine.
“Yes.”