Page 257 of Daddy's Pride

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Page 257 of Daddy's Pride

My alarm chirruped again since I hadn’t made it quit, reminding me that I should get ready for bed. And even if I didn’t think I could sleep, even if I just got in bed and watched YouTube videos for a while, somehow having the alarm—having a clear direction, one of Daddy’s rules to follow—relaxed me.

I silenced it, then set aside all my weirdly jumbled thoughts for a few minutes, got into my pajamas—which, um, were basically just an old pair of cut-off sweats and a holey t-shirt from an animal shelter I used to volunteer at back in Wisconsin—and went down the hall to the bathroom to do my whole nightly brushing teeth and getting ready routine.

Jacob popped his head in while I was rummaging through the medicine cabinet, smirking a little as he looked me up and down.

“Staying in?”

“Uh, yeah? I mean, it’s Monday night.”

“Yeah, but classes are over, thank fuck. Don’t you want to go out?”

“Um….” I really, really didn’t, but I also didn’t want to be rude since clearly he was planning to and it was nice of him to maybe think of including me?

But my guess was that he’d be heading to a club since he was wearing the shirt that clung to his pecs, the one he always put on when he wanted to pick someone up, and had enough cologne on that I had to breathe through my mouth for a minute. And that, uh, did not sound fun. At all.

Jacob laughed, smacking the door frame. “I’m gonna guess that’s a no, so I’ll head out.”

“Okay! Have fun.”

He smirked at me again. “You, too.”

“Oh, wait!” I said when he started to turn away. “Do you know if we have any tweezers?”

“Tweezers?”

“You know, like…” I pinched my fingers together a few times.

His forehead crinkled. “For what? A splinter?”

“Um, yeah,” I lied, my face heating up and no doubt turning cherry red.

He lifted his eyebrows, then shrugged. “No clue. Maybe try, uh, ice? Is that a thing? Or like, baking soda?”

“What?”

He shrugged. “Google it, bruh. I know there are other ways to get a splinter out.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks.”

He grinned, patted the doorframe, then left.

I turned back to the mirror. I guessed it wasn’t really a problem not to have any tweezers, since I wouldn’t exactly know how to use them to make my eyebrows look gay anyway. Or, um, not unruly. Obviously I didn’t need to make myself look gay for anything.

Did Daddy have unruly eyebrows, though?

Just curious.

I finished up in the bathroom and went back to my room, wondering if I should still send the good night text that I usually did.

Well, not “usually.” Always. I was pretty sure I hadn’t missed a night in a really long time. And there was no reason to not do it tonight, either. Like, I was genuinely being super, super weird when nothing, nothing had happened.

So I didn’t understand why my throat closed up when I went ahead and sent it, or why I felt so anxious as I waited to see if he’d reply like usual.

MONDAY 10:08 PM

Good night, Daddy.

MONDAY 10:12 PM




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