Michael held his hands up. “No need to say more. You’re taken. I should have known.” He stepped away.
Amy smiled, watching him retreat. When he turned his back, she went back to the screen again. The house she was currently looking at was one that had been booked to show that afternoon. Scribbling the address down, she finished up her early duties before heading out.
Driving to the location, she saw the house was luxurious from the designed garden to the private gate. She used her realtor’s key code to enter.
Waiting in the car, she saw the vehicle enter the property ten minutes later. Amy tensed up, recognizing the car, and the guy who stepped out of the vehicle: Zeke. From the other side of the car, she saw Daniella climb out. Her palms sweaty, Amy forced herself to leave her vehicle.
“Hello,” she said.
“You’re Joker’s old lady.”
“Yes, I saw you at the clubhouse Saturday.” Amy held her hand out to Zeke then to Daniella. The younger girl looked shocked to be acknowledged. “Shall we?”
For the next hour, Amy showed Zeke around the house. She noticed Daniella walked a few steps behind her father, never getting too close to him. There was a lot of damage between the two and it broke her heart to see it. Zeke was a bad guy, and Joker had warned her about how dangerous Zeke was, but he loved his daughter. When the tour was finished, Amy turned to them. “What do you think?”
Zeke looked at Daniella. “What do you think, sweetheart?”
“Why are you asking me?”
“I’m buying this for you and me.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I’m tired of this fight between us. This house, it’s going to be ours but if you don’t like it, tell me what you do like, and I’ll have Amy look into it.”
He was a good father. Amy knew the difference between a good one and a bad one.
“I could find something more to your taste,” Amy said, smiling between the two.
“I like it. This is the one,” Daniella said.
“Amy, you’ve just sold yourself a house.”
Smiling, Amy went through the necessary paperwork to start the process of buying a house. By the time she made it back to her office, it was past lunch. For the next couple of hours, she took down appointments, and showed another couple a property. At five, she was exhausted and ready to call it a day.
Joker met her at work.
“I came here in my car,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.
He held onto her ass, rubbing his cock against her.
“Go and get your car. I’ll follow you back. We’re going to your place. I think we should give Dad some space.”
She nodded, leaving him to grab her car.
The drive back to her small apartment made her feel lonely. It reminded her that her mother was gone and it didn’t matter how much she tried, she was never coming back. She hated being lonely more than anything.
Joker was right behind her when she parked her car in the parking lot. He gripped the back of her neck, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“You won’t believe what happened to me today,” she said, opening her apartment door.
“What?”
“I showed Zeke a new house today. It’s a good one, expensive, and nice.”
“Zeke bought a house?” She saw the tension in her man. Running her hands up his chest, she tried her best to ease his worry.
“Don’t fret. He was nice. I think he’s just trying to make a go of it with his daughter. He’s trying to break down some of her walls that keep him locked out.”
“I don’t like it.”
“It’s work, and I made one hell of a commission off him today by selling it.”
“Well, if you’re getting money out of it, I say take it.”
He kissed her, biting on her bottom lip.
“I missed you today,” she said, resting her head against his chest.
“Missed you too, baby.”
That moment, her stomach started to protest that she hadn’t eaten.
“Go and cook us something to eat.”
“Okay.” She kissed him again on the lips before walking into the kitchen.
“You’ve got a couple of messages on your machine. Do you want me to press play?” he asked.
“Sure.”
The first message was from over a week ago. She hadn’t been back to her apartment in over a week, preferring to spend time with David.
After three messages, Amy paused at Gregory’s voice.
“Hello, Amy, this is Gregory. You’ve missed your last two sessions. Please, give me a call so we can arrange for your next appointment. You’re aware how important these are. Thank you.”
“Gregory’s your therapist,” Joker asked, leaning against the fridge.