Silver Hitter

13 .𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔.

"Momma?" Jamie yells, her heels clicking against the stairs as she heads up them, bag in hand, sunglasses over her shoulder. Arriving to her mom's personal home office after walking through the entire house, Jamie twists the knob then pushes the door open, pausing when she sees the one person she never expected when she spoke to the woman who raised her just prior over the phone. "Daddy?"

"Hi sweetie." Mario greets, standing from the chair across from the sleek glass desk and pulling her into a hug and she tenses for a moment, not even wrapping her arms around him in show of returning the gesture as she glares at her mother for the lack of warning she was given.

Yasmine was married to Mario for about twenty years, before they got divorced over arguments about their company and empire as a whole. Mario believed he should have more shares since he started it, but Yasmine argued that she did more for the company while he lazed around so he didn't deserve the income of her success even if it was in his name. During the countless days in divorce court, Yasmine had adopted Jamie, having wanted children for her entire life and seeing the opportunity of bringing upon comfort and warmth while battling for her lost love. The timing wasn't ideal with handling the settlement of the end of their marriage, the company founders were at each others heads, but since they had yet to have gotten children, Mario fell in as much with the little girl as his ex wife did had helped Yasmine on these and those days to a point where they pretty much raised Jamie together.

Not that Yasmine could ever forget with how much he was constantly reminding her but also with how the child had nearly brought hope between the two of them but before they knew it, the divorce was settled.

Until Mario was kicked out of the house when everything was final, Yasmine claiming all rights of Jamie since she adopted the child on her own and put only her name on the papers anyways. Jamie was only two, but Mario visited when he could so she too has vivid memories of frankly her first words being mama and dada towards the two.

"What are you doing here? Mom, what is he doing here?" Jamie asks, stepping out of his arms and pulling her sunglasses off. Jamie doesn't particularly have a problem with the man, her problem is his lack of presence one minute then the stifling amount of time he expects for her to give him when he remembers that she's technically his first child. Not that he ever got any other kids of his own beside his two step-sons but they're very prominent parts of his life so Jamie is to assume that they're more his than she'll ever be.

Mario's eyes trail over his daughter's attire, over her sheer skirt, a bodysuit underneath being the only thing to keep her from being half naked.

"You wearing that for someone?" Mario asks, half joking yet half serious while taking off his jacket and moving to wrap it around her waist, covering her for his own sake at the moment because it gets hard to accept the adult in his little girl. No matter what she thinks she will forever be his little girl and seeing her on display...instead of her holding the expensive blazer around herself for the comfort of her mother's ex husband, she lets it slide to the ground, arms still crossed over her chest like a stern teenager.