Brat

Chapter 17

"Daddy, what is a business-y color?"

"Go for black, or maybe grey."

"Otay Daddy."

     I went into Daddy and mine's room to look at all that I had brought over. I found a white v-neck, a black blazer, and a black pencil skirt. I came back out to show Daddy. 

"Is this outfit okay?"

"Oh. Is it okay? That's more than just okay baby. My people at the office will love you. Maybe a little too much, but that's what I'm here for, honey."

I decided to wear black flats with this. Every other girl may have to wear heels, but I sure as hell won't. Grabbing a black pacifier with skulls on it, me and Daddy left. The ride to Daddy's job was really fun. We got to play eye spy, and we even got to stop at a diary queen. I got a cookie dough blizzard with chocolate fudge in the middle. We pulled up to daddy's job, and then he got out. A man dressed in some fancy clothes came around about to open my door, but Daddy grabbed his collar and yelled at him. 

"Don't you ever look at her, don't you touch her fucking door. I'll do it. It's my fucking job." The man's face paled, and he nodded quickly saying yes sir. Daddy opened my door, and helped me out of the car. We stepped into the large building, and as our feet echoed off of the black stone floor, everyone turned and looked at me. "Well, what the fuck are y'all looking at? Never seen a black girl wearing an afro before? Damn." Everyone nervously went back to whatever it was they were doing except for one guy. "Take a fucking picture, I fucking guarantee you that it will last longer, dickweed." I say while flipping him off. 

   The man didn't even get mad. He just laughed, and started walking towards us. Daddy started walking towards him too. Just what the hell is going on here? 

"Hey, Jack what the hell are you doing here? This is supposed to be your day off. And who is this cute little thing?" Before Daddy could answer, I interrupted and said, "My fucking name is Charli, not cute little thing, asshole." 

"Charli, that's enough. He was only being polite in talking to me first."

"Oh, so your name is Charli, that's a pretty name." I said nothing back.

"You'll have to excuse her Damon. She doesn't do so well with meeting new people. Charli will warm up to you, promise."

"It's fine, trust me. I've dealt with much worse. Besides, who doesn't like a girl with a little fire under her tongue?"

    ~Jackson's POV~
She'll pay for that little mishap later. Although, if that's how she reacts to meeting new people, especially guys, I guess I can deal with that. Me, Damon, and Charli got on the elevator to go up to my office.
   "I'm sorry Damon. Maybe I went a little overboard downstairs."

"Nah kiddo. Don't worry about it. Here, have a sucker." He gave her one of those cherry stickers with bubble gum in the middle.

"Thank you mister." she says slowly unwrapping it.

   ~Charli's POV~
Mr. Damon gave me a cherry sucker. It's so sweet and yummy. It even made my tongue turn red. "Charli, you can just call me Damon. You don't need to add the mister part." I looked up at Daddy to make sure he was OK with that. He nodded.
    Finally, the elevator made the dig noise to mean that we finally got to Daddy's floor. I like Daddy's floor the best because it was a lot quite than the bottom floor. All I could really hear was people typing, and quiet conversation. Daddy held my hand as we walked to the end of the hallway. Daddy's office door was really big, and it had nice, dark cherry wood floors. Daddy sat me down on the office couch.

   "So Jackson, when were you gonna decide to open your mouth about Charli?"
   "Hush. I know how you think. You truly believe in your heart and soul that you're God's gift to women and that's exactly why I didn't let you see her."
   "Well it isn't my fault that the ladies love me." Daddy and Damon kept talking for what seemed like forever.

   "Daddy, I'm bored. Can I color please?"
   "Woah. Who in the hell is she talking to?"
Daddy stood up and adjusted his tie while saying, "Who else?"
   He came over and crouched in front of me, and took off my shoes. He went and pulled out a fresh coloring book, and a 64 box of crayons.
   "Here you go baby girl. You go color your cute little heart out over there on the floor. Me and Damon are gonna do some more work." I nodded.

   ~Jackson's POV~
My precious baby was peacefully coloring what looked like a picture of Harley Quinn completely oblivious to the world around her. Damon was looking between Charli and I like he was confused. "Did she just call you Daddy?"

   "Damn right she did. Got a problem with that?"
   "Nah fam. Just keep all that kinky shit you're into the hell away from me."
   "Oh, you don't know what you're missing." Over the next few hours, we called clients, called stores, and we even got in touch with a few McDonald's franchisees.

   "So you want to own a few of the most popular restaurants on the planet huh?"
   "Yeah, why the hell not?" he just laughed and shook his head. "Charli you ready to go get lunch?" I couldn't hear her voice respond, so I told up, and I saw her sprawled out on the floor in a deep sleep. There was drool dripping from her mouth and all over her coloring page. I picked her up and wiped her mouth off.