Page 14 of Obsessed Daddy
I’m walking up the sidewalk toward the house when I get a text from an unknown number. Given the context, I gather who it is, though I don’t know how he got my information. Then again, this is a small town, and the masses can have everyone’s everything anytime they want it.
I’d say that’s the one part of small town living I despise more than anything. If I go to the grocery store and pick up cold medicine, an hour later, everyone in town knows to keep six feet away from me. That’s an apply all situation that extends to family drama, personal life changes, and haircuts as well.
Clint: You get home okay, little girl?
My chest squeezes. Why do I love it so much that he calls me a little girl?
I shouldn’t. Apparently, he’s assaulted someone. That, and he’s twenty years older, and my sister’s ex. An ex she apparently thinks wants her and wouldn’t mind a return visit with.
This is insanity!
I stuff my phone back into my pocket and head into the house. I’m a preschool teacher. A rule follower. I read fantasies. I don’t live them. Maybe my sister is right. Maybe I need a night at the bar with a man that plays with Legos and works at the bank. Maybe I need a regular, normal, everyday man. Not some big, inked, over-the-top ruffian who demands I call him daddy.
Chapter Six
Clint
Sweat runs down my spine as I raise the hammer up and swing it down into the nail head against the last sheetrock panel, the crack echoing in the half-finished room. My shoulders are burning, but I keep going. I’d much rather feel the physical pain than whatever emotions keep trying to creep in.
I’ve been working all night and barely slept since Bella left.
How could I when I know she wanted to stay?
How could I rest when the two of us should’ve been upstairs? When she should’ve been grinding against my lap with that sopping, little, virgin pussy calling me Daddy?
Jesus Christ.
The sun lifts up over the mountain range as I grab my mug from the counter and step out onto the front porch, boots scuffing against the old wood as the screen door slams behind me. The air is cool and clean, carrying the unmistakable scent of pine that wakes me up better than coffee ever could.
It’s a quiet morning, the lake a perfect sheet of glass that catches the early light. Nothing but a bird in sight calling from the shoreline ahead.
I lean forward on the porch rail, feeling the rough grain under my palms. I’m fucking exhausted, but there’s still so much to do. I need to mud this drywall, paint, fix the leak in the kitchen sink, complete the decks, get the upstairs bathroomfinished, and I’m sure there’s a million more tasks I’m not thinking of right now.
“What the hell, man? No breaks allowed!” Rhett stomps up onto the porch, the steps creaking like they’re as tired as I am.
“I know! I’m a slacker!” I grin and shake the man’s hand before he leans in for a hug. We’ve known each other for most of our lives, working through everything together. The military, failed relationships, the business, you name it, we’ve been there for one another the whole time. “You’re here early. I thought you had a job out at Mrs. Robinson’s place.”
“She moved the appointment to noon. Figured I’d stop by here first, see how much progress you’ve made. Gotta get these cabins finished before that eye of yours gives out.”
The one thing I hate more than thinking about this fucking eye, is fucking talking about it. This eye’s been a shadow hanging over everything I do for the last ten years.
I don’t want pity. I just want to work and finish what I started before the world decides I can’t.
“How’s it feeling?” he continues, turning his hat back as he steps into the house to look around.
“Good,” I lie, changing the subject. “What about you? Still at odds with that Nathan guy?”
“You could say that.” Rhett nods slowly as he wanders through the lake house, checking out all my work. “He’s a man-child, and he needs an education. There are days when I consider giving him one. Today, the urge is particularly strong.” He runs his hand across the countertop joint, examining my work. “I’m going down to the bar tonight to blow off some steam. The guys should be there too. You feel like coming out?”
I should say yes. The thing that happened with Bella was an anomaly. A onetime event. A fleeting moment that probably shouldn’t have happened to begin with. A beer with the guys would do me good. I can’t sit around thinking about the textshe never replied to for the rest of the day. I can’t keep running upstairs to jerk off to the memory of her scent or the ghost of her eager, restless sounds.
“I’ll get back to you on that.”
“Oh yeah?” Rhett grins and tugs at his beard. “You got big plans tonight? You meet some woman you’re keeping secret from everyone?”
I drag in a deep breath and shake my head. “Nah.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “There’s a woman. Who the hell is she?”
