Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I merely shake my head.
“Yeah, but I’m not talking optics here. It goes way past that. What I mean is that our actions are fucking perverted, bro. I mean, Piper is a girl who came to live with me after her mother passed. The illness was quick, fortunately, but that doesn’t change the fact that Serena left her daughter in my care. In fact, I’ve been the only person Piper’s been able to depend on for the last couple years.”
“Really?” George asks, his black brows scrunching. “She doesn’t have any relatives to step in? Other family friends?”
I shake my head.
“She has a great-aunt out in Wisconsin or some shit like that, but the woman wasn’t interested. And there are no other friends who opened their home to the girl, so really, I’m the only person she has. So I repeat: what the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are we doing?”
George merely shrugs.
“I know you’re twisted up about this shit, but there’s no reason to be,” he says in a light tone. “I mean, Romy’s nineteen and I assume Piper’s legal too, right?”
“Of course she is!” I sputter. “But that’s not the point! My point is that we’re father figures to these girls, and we’re using them like fuck dolls.”
George nods, his eyes still on the teen girls prancing before us.
“Yeah, maybe a little,” he acknowledges. “But it goes further than that. I don’t know about you, but I love Romy.”
I snort again with disbelief.
“Are you even listening to me? This isn’t about father-daughter love and adoration. This is about violating young women who look up to us for paternal guidance! I mean, that doesn’t seem completely fucked up to you?”
He shrugs.
“Maybe Romy looked up to me as a father when she was younger,” he concedes. “But it’s been a long time since that was true. Probably not since she was a kid,” he muses. “It’s interesting. Romy was distant for a good long while when she was a pre-teen, and I figured it was just a sulky adolescent thing. Then, after Camilla left us, I think she grew up really quick. Romy transformed into a woman almost overnight, and that’s when things started.”
I stare at him.
“That’s when you began banging her, isn’t it?”
He shakes his head.
“Naw, man. We waited until she was legal. Even I’m not dumb enough to go there, but yeah, there was sexual attraction in the air, definitely. Romy’s like a younger version of her mom, except with bigger tits and a saucier attitude. Sure, I was destroyed after Camilla left, but let’s just say that I had a younger model in my bed soon after.”
I stare at him.
“Are you even divorced yet?”
He nods happily, his eyes still fixed on the cheerleaders as they go through their routine.
“Yeah, it just came through about three months ago. Trust me, I was so happy to get everything finalized, and Romy was too. After all, we love each other,” he says simply. “And finalizing my divorce was a big win for both of us. Romy and I celebrated, if you know what I mean,” George adds with a smirk. “She missed school for a couple days so we could enjoy the good news, and then had to miss another few days of school just to recover.”
I shake my head.
“Fuck,” is my only reply. But George just shrugs.
“What can I say? I adore the woman, and although right now, the optics are bad, I don’t give a fuck what other people think. Romy’s going to graduate in a year, and then we’re home free. Hell, I have half a mind to pull her out of school now because she doesn’t need a degree. She can get her GED, and my plans for her have nothing to do with academics. I want her home, pregnant with my babies,” he says with finality.
I stare at him.
“So you’re planning a life with Romy?” I ask in a low voice. “As in, getting married and having kids?”
He shrugs.
“Yeah, absolutely. Maybe we won’t get married right away because you can imagine how people will talk. But knocking that sweet filly up? That’s something that’s definitely on my list. I’ve always wanted kids, but Camilla was too old by the time we got married. But when one door closes, another one opens right? This time, it was just in the form of Camilla’s daughter.”
This entire conversation has me reeling because obviously, I misjudged George and Romy. I thought they were a dirty daddy-daughter duo who were having a bit of fun. In fact, I thought it was a finite thing. They’d have their little rendezvous and sooner or later, Romy would move out and the jig would be up. But now, I’m hearing talk of wedding bells, family, and even rugrats. Wow.
“So what’s bothering you, bro?” George asks, shooting me a sideways glance. “I know what I’ve told you is untraditional, but it works for us, so what can I say?” he shrugs. “Romy is my woman, and I intend to tell the world sooner or later.”