Daddy's Favorite | Calum Hood (Paused for heavy revision)

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My day started out as normal as any other. Woke up at 8:45am, got ready to go to my university class, tried not to fall asleep in the middle of the dry ass lecture, then hurried to work.

I was fortunate enough to work for my best friend's parents. They owned a bakery right in the middle of the always smoggy Los Angeles. I've seen my fair share of celebrities come through. Usually none of the big ones though, mainly YouTubers or people who act like they're all that.

I didn't get the whole fame thing, celebrities are just ordinary people. They just happen to be liked by everyone because of the work they do or how much money they make.

At 20 years old, I pretty much had nothing figured out except for what I wanted to do as a permanent occupation. It had always been my dream ever since I was little to be a freelance photographer.

Although, living in LA made it hard because everyone either wanted to be famous or the people who photographed or dressed the famous people. I wanted to have my own studio and do wedding, family, or graduation shoots.

I sighed and slung my backpack over my shoulder. Summer finals were coming up in a couple weeks and I was ready to have a short break before the semester started all over again.

I had to take two classes this summer, anatomy for art, and photoshop editing. They were both interesting, I just didn't love looking at naked people for an hour and a half twice a week.

My car waited for me in the almost empty parking lot of my university. It was a beat up old thing that had seen better days, but it was reliable. I drove to the bakery just in time for my shift.

Tessa, my best friend, was taking orders in the front as I came out of the back tying my apron strings into a floppy bow.

"Mollie, order up!!" She yelled. "And glad you could finally make it."

"I'm a minute early!" I exclaimed and threw my hands up in defense.

I sped over to the ticket that was being printed and looked at it. The customer wanted four cupcakes and eight brownies to-go. When I glanced at the name I would have to call out, I groaned.

Who the fuck thinks it's funny to be called Daddy??

There was no way I'd be caught dead calling out that name in the middle of the busy shop. I brushed my hair out of my face and began assembling the drink.

Once it was finished, I strolled over to the counter and put the bagged food down. No one came up to claim it right away. I bit the inside of my cheek and swallowed my pride. Whoever's drink this is deserves a kick in the balls.

"Order for Daddy!"

My face flushed bright red as the whole entire bakery turned to stare at me. A man, not much older than I was, locked eyes with me and made his way over to the counter.

Damn, he's hot. Definitely daddy material. Wait... what are you thinking?! He just embarrassed you in front of all your customers!

The mysterious man with short hair that was dyed blue grabbed his drink and smirked at me. "Thank you kitten."

Excuse me?!

"Have a nice day sir."

"Oh I will," he called over his shoulder as he walked away.

Wait, is he Australian?

Tessa scurried over to me. She had a huge grin plastered on her face. "So who was that?"