Big Daddy by Daisy Jane

Author:Daisy Jane [Jane, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

chapter nineteen

quincey

I have never felt more out of control than I do now. I had every intention of calming the fuck down, gathering my thoughts, then speaking to Brielle with kindness and clarity. Except, she isn’t home. The apartment I pay for sits empty, the lights off, the doorbell echoing into nothingness.

I realize she’s not a virgin, and that she likely has slept over with men she’s not in serious relationships with. All of that I get.

But knowing now that she’s running off to some fucking weird two-man relationship? The inside of my car has fielded more curses and growls than ever before. And now I’m following my own fucking daughter like a psychopath.

It’s my fault.

All of this is my fault.

Had I been a more emotional father. A kinder father. Had I not given her the silent treatment when I didn’t get my way and extended her more faith and trust to make her own choices.

Still, I can’t let her do this. I can’t let her get into this odd relationship after everything she’s worked for, after all she's accomplished. The wrong relationship can ruin your life.

Before making the call I want to make, I send a text message to Ezra, the fucking genius who got this entire thing started when he assigned Brielle to a porn production company for her film school apprenticeship. I told him then that my daughter needed to be reassigned. When he finds out the whole thing has become a thruway, I’m sure his interest will pique. Next, I make my first and only call. Winnie. The way she picks up the phone makes my dick hard.

“Yes, Big Daddy?”

“Where is she?” I hiss, taking my frustration out on the question, the words curving with anger.

“She is at Augustus’s house,” she starts, her words strung out with caution.

“Where, Winnie?” I ask, though we both know it’s not a question, it’s a fucking demand.

“Quincey,” she starts, but I cut her off.

“Winnie, for the love of Christ, tell me where my daughter is!”

A moment passes and a text flashes, supplying Brielle’s location pin. “Thank you.”

“I hate this,” Winnie whispers. “I want you both to get along, for your sake, not even because of us. I hated seeing her struggle with you, and now I hate seeing you struggle. And I don’t want to be in the middle.”

“You won’t,” I assure her, an assurance I have no right to give. I don’t have a crystal ball, I can’t see the future. All that I know is I don’t want my precious daughter in some insidious gang bang with porn producers, and I don’t want her living with them to boot. “I’ll… talk to you soon.”

Winnie reluctantly says goodbye and I end the call, driving for ten more minutes before I arrive and turn off my car. I give myself a few minutes to think but because I can’t quiet my brain, I pull out my phone and open a text message with Winnie. I just hung up with her and still, I want her words, her wisdom, her take.

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