Page 13 of Obsessed Daddy
My chest tightens and my stomach churns as I lose myself in the dark pines that chase us up the street. I didn’t notice Clint looking at my sister. I only noticed him looking at me, but maybe that’s because I’m delusional. It very well could be. I mean, who wouldn’t look at her?
“So… you’d get back together with him again?” I say, voice shaking. “I mean, I thought you said he was an asshole, and you hated him?”
She shakes her head and smiles. “I do hate him, and I know way too much about his past to trust him ever again, but a hate fuck with a guy that hot is still a good fuck. Let’s be real. You’ve seen the man. He’s cut from stone.”
“Well, yeah, but… isn’t that complicated if you hate him?”
“No,” she scoffs. “People do it all the time. I really need to get you out more. When was the last time you dated?”
I don’t say anything right away, mostly because it’s embarrassing.
“Seriously,” she prods. “When? I don’t remember seeing you with anyone recently.”
“I haven’t dated since high school.”
“High school?” she says, her voice rising far too high in surprise. “What the hell? You didn’t date anyone in college?”
“Nah.” I shrug. “I was learning and focusing. Guys seemed like a distraction.”
“Okay then. I’m totally setting you up tomorrow night. There’s this guy I work with at the bank. He’s a little older than you, but he’s nerdy. Loves video games, builds things with Legos, and plays a ton of sports. He’s kind of a big kid at heart.”
“What makes you think that’s my type?”
“You’re like the biggest kid I know.”
“Well, yeah, but… I don’t know. I like other things too.”
Like a big, giant man demanding I call him daddy.
My sister pulls into my mother’s house. The place I’m still living because teaching hasn’t afforded me the option to leave yet. “Which is why you guys will work out. Dillon loves to learn new things, too. I’ll tell him to meet you at the bar tomorrow night. Maybe that’ll keep that redneck off you for a while longer.” She laughs, unlocking the car door. “It’s late. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
I want to turn toward my sister and tell her the truth. I want to tell her that I’m into her ex. That he just pinned me to the ground and made me come. That I want to go back to his house and scream out for Daddy while I bounce on his massive cock.
I want to ask her what Clint did that was so bad she’d have something to blackmail him with. I want to confess and be absolved, but Lord knows that isn’t an option with my sister.
In her defense, I’m not sure whowouldabsolve me of a sin like this. I’m a monster!
“Get out!” she groans playfully. “It’s late. I’ll send you the details about Dillon.”
“That’s okay. I’m not interest—”
“Please get out,” she says again, unlocking the doors for the third time.
They click, but they’re already unlocked.
This is June. Wildly impatient and rude for fun.
I pull on the handle and step up from the car, my bag slung around my shoulder, my heart pounding before leaning back in. We can leave the Dillon thing hanging, but Ineedto know what’s up with Clint.
“What did Clint do that you’re thinking you can blackmail him with?”
She narrows her brows and shakes her head. “He has an assault charge. Now go. Some of us have work in the morning.”
I step back into the night, and she drives away, leaving my head spinning in a cloud of dust.
Assault charge?
What does he have an assault charge for? Surely June wouldn’t be desperate to screw him again if it were anything serious, though whatever it is, it’s serious enough that she thinks it’ll ruin his business. Then again, June can easily make something innocuous huge. Normal, regular people get assault charges all the time, right?
