Page 5 of Daddy’s Accidental Little Heartbreak

“No,” she stated as she crossed her arms. “No, no, no, no. Absolutely not. There will e no funny business in the office.” Bernice found her voice and shook her head.

“But we didn’t do anything!” she protested, and Stephanie scoffed.

“Yet,” she remarked, and everyone looked at her. Smiling innocently at us all, she tilted her head to the side. “What?” Skye took a deep breath and looked at me.

“You know what?” she asked as she stared up at me, and I grew curious as to what she was doing. “I changed my mind. We don’t need help today, and you should take the rest of the weekend off.” She then turned to look at Bernice. “You can still work at the office, but I’m going to have you start Monday rather than today. I don’t need you disappearing on me should anything happen.” Before either of us could protest, Skye took a step back and motioned towards the door. “Now, please go. I’ll see you both on Monday.” I looked down at Bernice, who had a strange look on her face as she marched towards the door, looking like a kicked puppy. Holding my head high, despite what just happened, I followed her out of the office and over to the nearest bus station.

“Well, that went well,” I said as I sat down next to her on the bench. “I’m sorry for getting you in trouble.” She stopped and looked at me, her brown eyes rimmed with tears.

“It’s all my fault,” she said as she shook her head. “I’m so sorry.” I shook my head as she leaned over and cried into my shoulder.

“It’s okay,” I reassured her as I stared down at her, unsure of how I should handle this. Finally deciding on a gentle hug, I held her close, amazed by how delicate she was yet how great her perfume smelled as it wafted towards me. After a moment, I came up with the perfect way to break the ice. “Hey, how would you like to go with me to breakfast?” Her eyes shined as she looked up at me.

“You mean it?” she sniffled as she wiped the tears from her face. I nodded.

“Of course,” I told her. “Give me a chance to get to know the woman who just called me Daddy.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Bernice

Of course he heard that part… I couldn’t help it at the time. The way he handed me the mug reminded me of when I was with Zane, and the words escaped me before I could even stop them. I hated myself for letting it slip, and I was even more embarrassed at the fact that he remembered my mess up. As we sat there on the bus bench, I took a deep breath and attempted to recover what remained of my dignity.

“About that,” I started as I gave the man an awkward smile. “I didn’t mean that.” He frowned a little as he stared down at me, a look of stern disapproval on his face.

“What do you mean?” he asked, and I winced.

“I didn’t mean to call you Daddy,” I admitted, cringing at how awkward everything was becoming by the second. “That was an accident.” He looked confused as he processed this.

“So, you’re not a Little?” he asked, taking me by surprise. I was going to answer, but everything froze inside me.

Admitting to being a Little was one of the hardest things to do. It usually led to ridicule from those who didn’t understand the kink as well as any number of issues. However, simply admitting it was the best way to confirm it to other Daddies so that they knew you knew about the kink. Either way, it was usually the strangest, most awkward conversation any Little would ever have. Taking a deep breath, I finally found my voice.

“I am a Little,” I admitted with a cautious smile. “I didn’t mean to call you Daddy, though, and I’m sorry for embarrassing you or causing any trouble for you inside.” Much to my surprise, as soon as I tried to get up, he held me closer, keeping me in place, and I grew vaguely aware of the scent of the cologne he used. Without meaning to, I turned my face into his ruined shirt and took a deep whiff, enjoying how safe and warm I felt in his arms.

“I don’t mind it, Little One,” he purred as he held me close. “Don’t tell anyone, but I rather enjoyed being called Daddy once again.” My heart raced as I looked up and got my first decent look at him.

His eyes were a stormy gray, and his hair was black with gray peppered in on the sides as it slicked back. The facial hair looked like it had been kept out all this time, but a faint stubble grew in, shadowing his chin. He was massive in comparison to Zane, and his suit seemed to barely contain him. The coffee stained shirt seemed to match his tan, and I froze when I saw the bulge in his pants.

“Oh, I, uh…” I began, but the words left me before they could even form. He tilted his head to the side, his smile blindly white as he watched me.

“Let me treat you to breakfast, Little One,” he insisted as he rose to his feet. “I saw a nice little diner I wanted to try.” Lost in his gaze, I absentmindedly rose to my feet and stood beside him, wondering why I was able to follow his commands so naturally.

The bus pulled up beside us, and he motioned for me to climb on first. Much to my surprise, he stopped me and paid the bus fare for me before gently guiding me down the aisle to an empty seat. He sat next to me, and I was firmly placed between the window and him. After a long, awkward silence, I took a deep breath and looked up at him.

“I’m Bernice,” I informed him, not sure if he had a chance to catch my name throughout all the chaos. The man smiled as he looked back down at me and nodded.

“I’m Nathan,” he informed me, his voice calm and rich like the darkest chocolate, and I felt shivers run down my spine. What was wrong with me? “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Little One.” I adjusted myself in my seat, growing more awkward and aroused as each second passed.

“So, have you worked at the office for a long time?” I asked, hoping to end the silence between us. He shook his head.

“No, actually, today was supposed to be my first day,” he informed me casually, his eyes on the surrounding city that passed us by. “I just moved here from Texas, and I’m to be the in office legal consultant so that Derek can focus more on the firm than having to run back and forth.” My interest peaked as I stared in amazement at him.

So, he was a lawyer from Texas? Not only did that explain his calm demeanor throughout the entire situation, but I was wondering about that Southern accent he had. It was sexy and had my entire body vibrating, but I fought to control myself. I might be a Little, but I wasn’t the kind to throw myself at every Daddy who came into my life. That was more Bianca’s thing.

“Right here,” Nathan said suddenly as he stood up to pull the cord, signalling that we needed to get off the bus. I stayed where I was as the bus lurched to a stop, and Nathan offered me his hand as soon as we stopped. “Come on. I can’t wait to try this place.” I nodded obediently and took his hand, letting him pull me off the bus and over to the diner.

The diner looked like an old fashioned fifties diner, and, as we approached, I smelled the freshly cooked smashed burgers and fries as well as freshly baked pie. My mouth watered as I entered the diner, Nathan tugging me along as he smiled and looked around for a seat. After a moment, he started towards a booth, still pulling me gently behind him. Once we were seated, he smiled and looked at me.