Doctor Daddy’s Long Lost Little by Scott Wylder
CHAPTER TWO
Bryce
It was a huge gamble, especially if the Little was drunk enough to call out my bullshit, but it was a risk I was willing to take. Joshua, Jared, and Matt were dangerous together, and I could tell the Little was feeling uncomfortable. If I didn't step in, this could get messy. Joshua, Jared, and Matt all stared at me in shock as the Little smiled thankfully at me, a sigh of relief escaping her. Without missing a beat, she walked over to me, and, wrapping her arms around my neck, she gave me a huge bear hug.
"I'm so sorry, Daddy," she said as she buried her face into my shoulder. "I was waiting for your call, but I couldn't hear the phone ring. So, I was going to wait for you outside." I nodded understandingly as I patted her on the back.
"It's okay, Princess," I told her, careful not to give us away by wrongly guessing her name. I then looked up at Matt, the ringleader of the group. "What's going on here?" Matt's eyes were wide in surprise as he stumbled back.
"This is your Little?" he asked in disbelief. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know." He then smiled at the woman in my arms, who was peaking out at them from my shoulder. "I'm so sorry. We'll leave you to it." He then nodded towards the kitchen, and both Joshua and Jared followed him out of the room. As soon as we were alone, I looked down at the Little in my arms.
"Are you leaving?" I asked, and she nodded. "Come on then. I'll take you home. They'll be watching you until we leave." She nodded submissively, and I led her to the door.
"Thank you," she said as soon as we were outside. "I was afraid they might try something." I nodded in agreement.
"I told Trent not to invite those three," I breathed as I walked her out to my car. “Come on. Let's get you out of here before they find out you're not my Little." I unlocked the door to my dark blue Honda and smiled as I opened the door for her. "Hop in. You don't have a car here, do you?" She shook her head.
"No, Kristina and I came in a group," she told me, and I frowned as I came to my side of the car.
"Wait, you're friends with Kristina?" I asked in confusion, and she nodded. "Wait, are you Bethany?" She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously as she nodded her head.
"Yes," she said as she stared at me. "I suppose that I need to know who you are before things get too out of hand." I shook my head at her in disbelief.
"It's me, Bethies!" I shouted as I looked at her. "It's Bryce!" Her eyes widened as she stared at me.
"Bryce!" she shouted as she looked me up and down. "Oh my God! I never thought I'd see you again!" I smiled as she wrapped her arms around me once again.
"I know, right?" I asked as I hugged her back. "How have you been? It's been what? Right years?" She nodded.
"Yeah, graduation was the last time we talked," she said as she looked me up and down. "You look great." I smiled, thankful for the darkness.
"Are you wanting to go straight home?" I asked. "If not, we could go for dinner or something. Catch up and all." She smiled at me and nodded.
"I would love that," she told me as she beamed at me. "I don't have much money, though…" I shook my head.
"My treat," I told her as I smiled over at her. "Do you still like the pancake house after a party?" She nodded.
"Why, yes I do," she said. I smiled and nodded as I started the car.
"To the pancake house," I declared as I buckled up. "Don't forget to buckle up." As soon as she buckled up, I put the car into drive, and we drove down the street.
As we drove, I couldn't help but continue to look over at Bethany. She had changed so much since I saw her at graduation before going to Harvard to study medicine. Bethany had gone from the crazy, independent athletic type to a more prim and proper, delicate looking young lady. It drove me nuts knowing that I had lost contact with such a sweet woman after a fight we had on graduation day. After all this time, I was hoping that she had come to forgive me for not talking to her as well as for the fight.
"I guess I should apologize," I said as we drove in silence. "For graduation day." She stopped and looked at me as I drove.
"About that," she said as she lowered her gaze and stared at her knees. "Kristina finally told me the truth about all that, and I actually owe you an apology." I frowned as I looked at her.
"What?" I asked, confused by her confession. She sighed and looked up at me.
"Kristina didn't pass along the message you gave her for me when you gave it to her," she explained. "Instead, when I asked if you had spoken to her about your letter from Harvard, she said that she hadn't, so, when you mentioned it on graduation day, I thought you had been hiding it from me and kinda overreacted." I frowned as I looked at her.
"Kristina did that to you?" I asked as I shook my head. "Why do you still hang out with her? Didn't she steal Trent from you, too?" She nodded.
"And you," she muttered, and I frowned at her.
"I was never with Kristina," I told her. "Why on Earth did you think she stole me from you?" She rubbed the back of her neck nervously.
"She informed me that where you go for college should be none of my concern since she was your girlfriend, not me," she breathed nervously. I was so shocked that I slammed my foot on the brakes, almost running a stop sign before I did.
"What?" I asked as I looked at her. "You actually believed that?" She lowered her gaze.
"She was very convincing," she admitted. "Trust me, I've been beating myself up over it for the last eight years." I smiled and nodded as I continued to drive.
"Looks like we have a lot to discuss over dinner," I told her. "That is if you're still hungry." She smiled at me.
"You mean it?" she asked, and I nodded. "Deal. You're still paying, though."
