Compassion (MAJOR EDITING) #Wattys2015

Chapter 51: Brielle

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Once again, I was stuck in traffic for one of the most important meetings of my life. My fashion line is supposed to come out tomorrow all around the world and this was the last meeting. "Fuck, come on!" I screamed, forgetting that Jasmine was in the backseat. She gasped and frowned. "I'm sorry, baby girl. Mommy forgot that you were in here with me." I turned around and smiled at her, making her smile as well. I turned back around to see that traffic had finally moved. Finally. I pulled off in front of another car and made my way to my fashion studio. Just as I made yet another stop because of the hectic traffic, my phone rang. "Oh look, daddy is calling us." I said to Jassy who reached her tiny hands out for the phone. I smiled and answered. "Yes, baby?" I could hear Edward and Prince in the background laughing. "Oh, hi, love. I was just checking on you to see how the meeting was going." I frowned. "There won't be a meeting if this damn traffic doesn't move faster!" He sighed. "It's bad today?" I nodded as if he was there. "Hell yeah, it's horrible." He laughed on the other end, confusing me. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Well, the fact that you're going ape shit because your meeting will probably be late is funny to me. Don't stress, baby. You'll get there. In the meantime, just relax and hand the phone to Jassy for a second will ya?" I rolled my eyes, laughed, and handed Jassy the phone. "Dada?" She said into the speaker. I could hear Harry talking to her. "How's daddy's princess doing? Is mommy being a good girl?" Jasmine looked over at me and giggled. "Mama good, Jassy good." She said into the phone, earning a thumbs up from me. "Daddy loves you Jassy." He said, making her little cheeks flush red. "Love dada!" She said and pretended to blow a kiss into the phone before handing it back to me. "You feel better yet?" Harry asked. I began to drive again, putting him on the radio speaker so I could have both hands on the wheel. "Yep, all good." I said to him. "Good, because I thought that I would have to put the kids to sleep when you came home and make you cum over and over an-" I cut him off. "Harold! You're on the damn speaker! Unless you want your daughter to be some sort of porn star or stripper then I suggest you stop using those words in front of her!" I said with a laugh. "Oh god, why didn't you tell me!" He screamed into the phone. "How was I supposed to know that you would say that?" He cursed to himself. "This is your fault if she comes to us one day and is all like 'Mummy, daddy, I want to be a stripper when I'm older.' " I shook my head. "Oh yeah, blame me for your child wanting to be a stripper. She must get that kinky shit from your side of the family." I laughed my ass off and Harry joined in. "Whatever, she's a Styles for sure but she's no stripper. She'll be a cute little ballerina." I looked in my rear view mirror to see Jasmine fast asleep in her car seat. "You can't hang." I said to her and Harry laughed again. "She's asleep, isn't she?" I pulled into the parking lot of my fashion studio. "You know it. I'm here, babe." I said with a smile. "Good luck, dear. Oh! Remember, don't be nervous. You're the boss and you're in charge. This is your very own fashion line and they can't take that away from you. It's your rules. Got it?" That made me smile from ear to ear. "Yes sir!" He chuckled. "I meant what I said by the way." I grabbed my phone from off of the speaker and put it to my ear. "What do you mean?" He just laughed for a second and then spoke up. "Just wait until you're home, sweetheart!" Then there was a click on the other line. The cheeky lad had hung up.