Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
8
Killian
Leah’s gotten the best of me, I’ll give her that. Not just figuratively, but literally too. I came so hard in the men’s dressing room that there were two enormous wet spots on the carpet afterwards. Obviously, I paid to steam clean Wissam’s entire store to make up for it, and also bought an expensive suit to keep him happy. Make that two suits because after what Leah and I did in the haberdashery, it was the least I could do, and I don’t regret our actions one bit either.
Yet a cloud of guilt hangs over my head now, and I set my coffee cup down on the counter with a glum sigh. Fuck. It was incredible tasting the teen girl’s twat and asshole, but the debauchery has to stop there. After all, sanity has returned, and I’m twice Leah’s age. Not only that, but I’m a genetic mutant, and also her dad’s best friend. There’s no need for a sweet, innocent girl to hook up with an aged widower. She could easily meet someone at school, or through her job, or even at a party. Leah could do so much better than me, and no forked tongue nor double dick can replace the vigor and energy of youth. She’s better off with another man, and I’ve invited her over for coffee to tell her the news even as my gut twists with anguish.
Right on time, the doorbell dings and I stalk over to open it. Sure enough, the beautiful woman beams at me from my doorstep and I’m struck speechless by how lush and gorgeous she is. She’s wearing a pink sundress that highlights her curvy figure, paired with wedge sandals that show off long, tanned legs. But it’s her smile that always gets me. Leah’s got a high-voltage smile that always makes me smile in return, and I find myself grinning back at her despite myself.
Goddamn, I’m such a hopeless schmuck. It’s only been two days since our interlude, and yet I’m acting like a love-struck teenage boy. Then again, I suppose I’m not so different from that hapless fool because my heart’s racing a mile a minute, and again, I can’t seem to stop smiling.
“Hi sweetheart,” I manage in a normal voice. “Come in.”
“Hi yourself, Uncle Killian,” she chirps while sashaying into the foyer of my house. “Oooh, I smell coffee. Can I have some?”
I frown at her.
“Are teenagers allowed to drink coffee?”
She giggles while setting a pink purse down on the kitchen counter.
“Of course they are! It’s alcohol that we can’t drink, not coffee.”
I frown even while pouring her a mug of steaming joe.
“Yeah, but doesn’t the caffeine stunt growth or something like that? I thought kids were supposed to stay away from this stuff.”
Leah rolls her eyes while sitting down on one of the stools at the island.
“If we were supposed to stay away from caffeine, which we’re not, then everyone would be screwed because kids guzzle Coke these days, and there’s a ton of caffeine in that! So it can’t be the caffeine, Uncle Killian.”
“I see,” I murmur, pushing a mug of the good stuff at her. “Well, I guess I’m behind the times.”
“It’s more like you have no children of your own, so you don’t know,” Leah winks before taking a sip. She puts down her mug immediately. “Ouch! That’s hot.”
I grin.
“You’ve got to blow on it a bit first, sweetheart. Or do you want some milk and sugar with your coffee? That’ll cool it down a bit.”
She shakes her head.
“No, I don’t do milk because I try to stay away from dairy, and sugar is bad for you! It’s the latest research, Uncle Killian. Sugar is the devil.”
I frown.
“Really? But there’s sugar everywhere, including in fruits, veggies, apples, you name it. There’s sugar in milk too.”
Leah nods.
“Yeah, nutritional health is a joke because the experts always seem to reverse themselves. Ten years ago, red wine was good for your heart health. Now, they say that red wine is bad, so I’m sure they’ll reverse themselves on this sugar thing too. Just give it three years, and nutritionists will be telling us that cotton candy and bubble gum are the only things we should be eating.”
I chuckle.
“Yeah, nutritional science does seem kind of crazy. Is it even a science? I don’t know.”
“I don’t know either, Uncle Killian. But I do know that the discipline seems all over the map. It’s astonishing that they contradict themselves so often.”
I grin, enjoying my conversation with the beautiful woman. Leah’s intelligent, well-read, and obviously keeps up with current events, which is a surprise for a nineteen-year-old girl. But then I straighten because there’s news I have to deliver, and it’s not good.
“Sweetheart,” I begin in a somber tone, careful to maintain a distance across the kitchen island. “You know I appreciate you. But you also know that what we have can’t continue.”