Blue-Collar Daddy || Bang Chan

Chapter 2: Sink or Swim

"You've got family secrets? I've got some of my own. So here it goes..."

      A little girl runs forward, wrapping her arms around Bang Chan's leg.

      "Daddy! I want the brownies."

      When she sees me, her mouth drops open.

      Holy shit! That's one of the kids who was vandalizing my house!

      "This is Olivia. Do you like kids?"

      "Oh I love the. But I don't want them for a while."

      "Not ideal, I admit, but we don't have to get married or anything. So, about that date...?"

      I don't want to agree to a date until I've figured out what to do about his daughter being the vandal.

      "I just moved to town."

      "Be happy to show you around. Your choice, (YLN). No pressure."

      "Oh...um..."

      Luckily, Bang Chan gets called away by another patron, leaving me alone with Olivia.

      "Please don't tell Christopher what I did!"

      "You damaged my property, so I'll eventually need to tell him."

      "No! Why? I'll make it up to you!"

      "That's good, but eventually, your dad is going to find out."

      "But he's not my dad. Not really!"

      Bang Chan sweeps back over, shaking his head at Olivia as he looks around to make sure no one heard her.

      "Of course, I'm your dad."

      "But—"

      Bang Chan gruffly throws some money on the table and waves goodbye as he leads Olivia away without another word. As they disappear, it looks like he's reprimanding her for something she said.

      "What was that about?" Janet asks curiously.

      "Nothing."

      "Most people say Bang Chan's trouble, but I like trouble. You should hit that."

      "I should." I grin seductively biting my lip as I watch him leave.

      "You're already in hot water with the town for your last name and family legacy... Might as well slut it up!"

      "I'll keep that in mind. Now, please, help me finish this bake sale."

      The next day, I venture into the city council building to beg for a restoration grant for my crumbling house. Marjorie, the protestor from yesterday, sits at the desk, 'BAN BDSM' signs spread across the surface.

      "Hello, councilwoman. I need to apply for a grant."

      "You! What nerve, Director (YLN)... Well, I can sign your application... If you do me a favor, too. The residents won't like you promoting filth in the community."

      "There's been a misunderstanding. I'm not promoting anything."

      "You mean to tell me you don't have your filthy sex books in the library's collection?"

      "They aren't mine. They were already part of the collection when I got here."

      "The hope was that you would bring some dignity to this place of learning."