11. Chapter Eleven
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MAYLEE
T wo days had passed since she had fallen asleep on Ezra’s lap while sucking her thumb. Since that day, everything overwhelmed her. She couldn’t think straight, and work wasn’t really happening.
“What am I going to do?” she whispered to herself as she entered her house.
Her boss, Frank, had let her leave work early today. He had seen how tired she was and had told her she had done a good job and that she should go home. It was weird, but she didn’t complain. Frank had only ever let her go home early twice while she’d been working for him.
Maylee was in a funk, and she didn’t know why. She wanted to talk to someone about it, but she didn’t want to talk to Daddy. He was part of the reason she was in a funk. Or, well, that was what she suspected. Liv was out of the country and wouldn’t be available to call or really text.
There was no one she could talk to right now.
She could try and talk to Hassan or Justin, but that wasn’t going to end well. They would probably tell Ezra, and then he would come talk to her, which she was trying to avoid.
Tears filled her eyes, and she sat on her couch. Why was life so complicated? Why couldn’t she just be normal? Why couldn’t life just be simple?
Maylee grabbed her blanket and pulled it up to her chest. Over the past two days, she’d been thinking about her time with Ezra and being Little. Or what she thought was Little. Daddy hadn’t said anything about her not being Little during those times, but he hadn’t really asked her any questions.
Was she doing it right? Was there something else she needed to be doing? Had she already messed it up?
There were so many other questions, and it was too much. Maylee wanted to be Little more than anything, but at the same time she didn’t. She loved the feeling of those hours she had spent with Ezra. She had felt so carefree and small. There had been no worries.
But she didn’t want to get used to that—used to Ezra being her Daddy for those few hours. He said he would help her find out if she was a Little, but he hadn’t said anything beyond that. What if he didn’t want her afterward? What if he was helping her then dumped her on the side of the road?
Okay, Ezra wouldn’t actually dump her on the side of the road, but he could find someone else for him after he helped her. She didn’t want to grow even more attached to him than she already was.
Tears spilled down her face, and she grabbed a fist full of her hair, tugging really hard. “Ahhhhh!” she yelled.
Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why couldn’t things be simple and easy ?
Maylee’s phone went off, and she checked it.
Ezra.
Ezra
Can we talk?
She didn’t want to talk to him right now. A bad feeling had sunk to the bottom of her stomach. She didn’t want to talk to him only for him to tell her he didn’t want to continue this, that it was all a mistake, and they couldn’t be friends anymore.
It was one of her worst fears, and she felt like it was coming true. Why?
Maylee ignored his text but she should have known he wouldn’t like that. Her phone went off again and again.
Ezra
Maylee. I know you see my texts.
Answer your phone. We need to talk.
But she didn’t want to. There was no reason for them to talk right now. She wasn’t in the right headspace to talk about whatever he wanted to.
Ezra started to call her, and she sobbed. He was being persistent like he always was, and just for once, she wished he wasn’t. She hung up on him.
Maylee
I’m busy. Can’t talk right now.
Guilt filled her as she lied to him. But was it a lie? She wasn’t really busy, but she couldn’t talk right now. Not when her headspace wasn’t okay. What if she talked to him and said something she would regret? Or not comprehend anything?
Ezra would be able to tell she wasn’t fully there before they could even get to the conversation. He would make sure she was okay and push back the talk.
Everything in her stopped her from texting him saying she lied. It was one of her rules. Well, those rules only applied when they were having a scene, but she so badly wanted them to be her rules for every day at all hours.
She put her phone on the coffee table and lay down on the couch, curling up in the blanket. Tears were streaming down her face as her phone continued to go off. It was better for her not to even look because she knew Ezra was the only one texting her.