One day she’d find a Daddy? She’d get a job that paid great and could move up in the world? Or perhaps she’d make friends. Real friends. Other Littles. Maybe she could even be a part of a family like Iris and the other girls that hung out at Auntie Athena’s West Hollywood Nursery…
Samantha sighed. If wishes were dollars, she’d be a millionaire.
But as it was, she was still confined to her tiny box of an apartment, eating a measly peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
It could be worse, she reminded herself. I could be in an actual box. She’d overheard one of the girls at the Nursery talking. She was new. Only been coming around since Thanksgiving.
What was her name?
Annika! That’s right. Annika. She hung out with Iris and the other girls who lived at the Daddy Guard’s mansion.
Anyway, she’d lived on the streets. Thankfully, Samantha had never been that hard up. Not yet.
Things just might come to that, though. If her luck didn’t change soon.
There wasn’t anything she could do about it one way or another right then. She needed to eat and then head across town to her shift at the all-night diner.
“Think about happier things,” she told herself.
As she ate, thoughts ofhimran through her mind.
Kendrick.
Mmm. He was positively yummy.
She loved how big and strong he was. How protected she felt when he was around.
Everything about him was perfect. Especially those green eyes. They were positively mesmerizing!
And his mocha-tinged skin? She suspected he was of mixed ancestry. Probably half Black, half white. He could have been a model. But he was a former cop and now a member of the Daddy Guard.
That’s probably why she felt so safe around him. He just gave off all those vibes.
As far as she knew, he was single.
Not that he’d ever want her…
“Don’t think negatively,” she reminded herself. “We’re going to manifest our own destiny. Shoot for the moon.”
So, as she finished her sandwich, she continued to think about Kendrick.
And what it would be like to call himDaddy…
Chapter Two
Kendrick Vaughn balled his fist as anger seized him.
Nothing made him madder than a man who would prey on the defenseless. But that’s the kind of trash he was watching.
The call had started out simply enough. A Little—who knew about the Guard from her time at Auntie Athena’s—had driven over something that had popped her two front tires. She didn’t know a thing about putting on a spare, and anyway, only had one.
So, she’d called the Daddy Guard.
They were happy to help. It’s what they did.
Funded by a group of millionaires that included some of Hollywood’s elite talented who were also part of the ageplay community, the Guard existed to help Littles who had no one else to turn to. Problems big or small, the Guard would answer the call.
Kendrick had fielded this request and asked Isaiah to go with him.
