Page 1 of Daddy's Pride
Muddy Love
A MM Dirty Daddies Story
Colette Davison
Chapter 1
Harris
“What took you so long?” Nigel, my brother and boss, asks. “I’m starving,”
“Sorry,” I mumble.
Why am I apologizing? I only left the office twenty minutes ago. Besides, it’s not my job to fetch him lunch. But I do. Every day.
I put his large Coke, burger, and fries on the only clear spot on his desk, take my wrap and bottle of water to mine, and sit.
“Don’t get comfy, Harris. I need you to run to the wholesalers and get more cleaning fluid. Mikey has run out and needs you to take it to him, stat.”
My stomach growls as I stare at Nigel, open-mouthed. Also not my job. I shouldn’t be surprised—not anymore. Yet for some reason, my brother’s unreasonable demands shock me every time. Or maybe I’m just hoping that today will be the day he transforms from a tyrant into a good, caring boss. I can dream.
“Well? What are you still doing here? Get,” Nigel says.
I clench my teeth and talk through them as calmly as possible. “Can’t Mikey go to the wholesalers?”
“No, he’s in the middle of a job. A job he won’t be able to finish to a high standard without the cleaning fluid you’re going to get him. Unless you want to handle the complaint when it comes in?”
Customer service isn’t part of my job either.
“Oh, and the accountant called. She needs those figures I promised her yesterday,” Nigel says.
Apparently, my job description isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on.
I glance at my lunch.
“Why are you still here? I don’t pay you to stand around gawping,” Nigel says.
“It’s my lunch break.”
He raises his eyebrows and gives me a stare that would freeze a lava flow.
“Can I take the van?”
“No. Mitchell has the van keys. You’ll need to take your car.”
“I’m not insured to drive it for running work errands.”
Nigel rolls his eyes. “And whose fault is that? Not mine. You should do something about that. But for now, don’t worry about it. No one’s going to find out you’ve been naughty.” He says the last sentence like he’s talking to a three-year-old.
I take my lunch and stalk out of the Portakabin Nigel runs his business out of. If he weren’t family, I’d—I’d?—
I sigh. I’d probably still do what I’m told and let myself get walked all over, but I’d look for another job simultaneously. I did look for another job. Once. I even got to the interview stage. Nigel found out and guilt-tripped me into cancelling it.
“What would I do without you, Harris?”
“The success of my business depends on you.”
“We’re family. How could you let me down like this?”