Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
I helped her up and got her back into her clothes before heading back to the car. “Call your parents and let them know you’re not going to be home.” I knew she always gave them the impression she was coming over to be with Crystal and that was another thing that was sticking in my craw.
Not that I thought they’d care one way or the other as long as she was out from under foot, but if they knew the truth then there was no way of keeping the shit contained until I was ready.
I never thought to be in this position ever. My life had been going along just fine. Marriage was never on my horizon, I’m a bachelor through and through; at least I was until this one shook her tits at me. I looked at her as we walked through the grass in the dawning moonlight, hand in hand. How my life had changed in the twinkling of an eye, because of this one little girl.
It was always going to be just me and my daughter and any grandkids she gave me when she grew up and got married. I wasn’t even remotely interested in settling down, and even with my teenage daughter in my care, pussy was never a problem.
Now my life had been turned upside down and she had fast become almost overnight, the most important thing in my world, and that right there, was part of the guilt that was holding me back.
Up until a month ago, my daughter was about the only thing I gave a shit about, now there was someone else sharing space in my heart and I know my little girl, she’s not gonna like it. And now I’ve come full circle, it’s like being on a merry go round with no off switch.
I buckled her in and stole another kiss before studying her sweet little face in the moonlight. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” The smile that bloomed across her face was worth it all. I clasped her behind the nape and studied her for the longest time, so fucking young.
“I’m going to make this okay, just trust me alright.” I kissed her forehead before releasing her and heading for my side of the car. Once settled I reached for her hand, kissed her fingers, and pulled out headed for home.
***
Shit went smooth for about a month and a half after that. I was slowly working on Crystal, trying to bring her around. I’m not sure how well that was working though, because my woman was still having to sneak into my bed, but we were making the most of it.
She was almost out of school and summer was going to be here before you know it. That was going to be another headache, how the fuck were we going to see each other? I knew that shit was going to be the deciding factor, because there was no way I was not going to see her for a whole summer, no fucking way.
She hadn’t pressured me to tell my daughter lately, in fact she seemed to have accepted her lot, and that too made me feel guilty. Every once in a while when I sat down and looked at the situation I felt like kicking myself in the ass.
I was beginning to think that I’d let shit go on this way for way too long. Like maybe I should’ve just said fuck it way back in the beginning, and let everyone know that she was mine. How had I fucked this up so badly? Always in the back of my mind though, was my daughter, the little girl I knew like the back of my hand.
Maybe I was partially to blame for her attachment to me, and maybe that’s bullshit. Aren’t all little girls supposed to cling to their dad and shit? So what if I had given my kid more of me than most people did? She needed it with a mother like that. Not to mention I was partly responsible for her unconventional beginnings.
I had a lot to make up for where she was concerned, again more guilt. I just know that every time I thought of her being hurt by this, I remember her little face telling me about her friends having a mommy and a daddy and why did she have to live with grandma and pop-pop? Granted that had been years ago and she had probably outgrown that shit, but I hadn’t, that’s the kind of shit that stays with you.
On the other hand I had a hot teenage girl that I was crazy about who was getting the shitty end of the stick. The fact that she hadn’t complained lately didn’t necessarily mean that she wasn’t still feeling like second best, and that’s why I was at the dealership getting her a new ride.