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But did that warrant no friends?
She had Chris, she reminded herself. And his best friend, Pike. He'd always been like a brother to her. And she had her neighbor, Weston. He was always really kind to her.
Even if she only spoke to him when they saw each other in the mornings when they were heading out for the day, or the off chance she needed help opening a jar or something.
She sighed.
Maybe her mother was right. Maybe she was too much, and if she was less, people might like her.
It was weird and sad and pathetic to post on Gregslist looking for a boyfriend, right? She blinked back the tears stinging her eyes.
"I'm strong and independent," she told herself, her voice wobbling. "I don't need a man or a Daddy." She held Ottie tighter to her chest. "I just need my Ottie."
* * *
Jett slumped onto the couch,his hair and beard still wet from his shower. He took a long swig of his beer as he opened his laptop, balancing it on his thick thigh.
He still hadn't heard from Wes about his friend having the part, so he was scouring Gregslist, hoping someone was selling what he needed and wasn't a million miles away.
He turned on the game and settled in for a long night of scrolling.
He still couldn't believe he'd agreed to do this stupid fucking job. It was going to be a bitch finding what he needed, and an even bigger bitch to get it done in basically twenty-four hours.
Maybe he should just call the asshole and tell him he'd changed his mind. That would save him a ton of trouble.
But Jett wasn't that kind of man. Once he committed to something, he didn't back out. No matter if he wanted to put his head in a pool full of piranhas, he'd still see this stupid fucking job through.
And the massive payday he was looking forward to didn't hurt to motivate him.
A part of him still didn't believe it, and he likely wouldn't believe it until the money was sitting comfortably in his bank account.
The crowd on his TV cheered, and he tore his eyes from his laptop to watch the final few moments before the touchdown. It was for the opposing team, which seemed to be the cherry on top of a weird, shitty day.
Grumbling to himself, he turned back to his old laptop as he grabbed the poor excuse of a sandwich he'd made himself for dinner and took a bite. With every listing he scrolled past, he got more annoyed. It seemed everyone had every part he didn't need. Of course.
In search of a Daddy.
He nearly missed it, but once his brain registered he'd really just read that, he scrolled back up.
What the fuck?
He didn't have time to start down the Gregslist personals rabbit hole, but he had to admit he was intrigued as fuck.
LittleAbbie:
21, F, VA. New to the lifestyle and looking for a Daddy to show me the ropes. If you're looking for a Little with a big attitude, message me.
Attached was a mostly obscured photo of a dark-haired girl. She'd stuck a glittery digital sticker over her face, hiding her identity.
At least she was smart enough to do that.
He ran his hand over his head as he reread the listing. Was this girl trying to get herself killed? Her posting this was a serial killer's wet dream.
A pang of anxiety twisted his gut. He shouldn't feel anything for a literal stranger on the internet. He should let this naïve little girl learn a lesson about posting shit like this.
But if she got hurt, and he found out, he'd never forgive himself.
He knew he was no one's white knight—he was a far fucking way from that. But he couldn't sit by and let someone make a dumb fucking decision and put themselves in this amount of danger.
