Take Me, Daddy
she snapped, popping her gum loud enough to make my skin crawl.
“Lost puppy?” I fired back, rolling my eyes so hard they hurt. This chick was getting on my last nerve.
“I’m here to see Mr. Damon.” I spat his name out, tempted to call him Daddy just to see her flinch.
“And who are you to him?” she asked, gum smacking louder, her tone dripping with attitude. I didn’t give a shit who she was to Damon, but her vibe was straight-up trash.
“His…” I froze, my brain scrambling. I wanted to say something wild, like his girlfriend, but that was a dumb move. Real dumb. “His daughter. Best friend’s daughter,” I said, staring her down, daring her to call me out.