“Don’t talk to me like that, you little brat. You’re lucky we let you come stay with us.”
“Little brat? I’m an adult, and as soon as I find a place, I’m out of here. If it weren’t for Nick and Aiden, I wouldn’t have come here at all. I had my own place in the works before you two asked me to stay. I’d say I’m rather unlucky to be stuck in your slutty presence.”
“You better watch your mouth,” she says, giving me a dirty look.
“Whatever. I have some job opportunities which are more pleasing to look at than your face.” I walk out of the room and up to my temporary bedroom, sporting a satisfied grin.
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I wake up early with the insane urge to see him. I know that he’ll have to pass this way on his way to work, so I wait. I don’t know what time he leaves which means I’m crazy to stand by the window for the next three hours.
I’d been waiting for about two hours when my father knocks on my door. Since I locked it, I actually have to move away from my post.
“Lily, did you meet Mr. Davenport?” I want to tell him that he’s making me miss him right now.
“Yes, I did. Why? Was there someone else you expected to be there?” I hoped there wasn’t a Mrs. Davenport or his girlfriend.
“Well, his maid was there when I visited.” The words out of his mouth instantly take the wind out of my sails.
I hide the overly intense urge to scream out my jealousy. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t see her. I did tell him about the gas, but I’m afraid he already knew.”
“He did?”
“Yep, he got caught in a freezing shower he said.”
“Damn, that’s not a good way to start our relationship with him.”
“He’s farther from us than our other neighbors. Is it that important to be friendly neighbors?”
“He’s extremely wealthy and a bit of a recluse. I thought a good bond with a beautiful woman would make him a little more apt to listen to my business proposal.”
“Do you mean me?”
“Duh, you. I wouldn’t send my wife. She’s older, and he’s already got a forty-something fuck doll in his home. He could use a newer model, and I could use a larger client.” He admits his plan as though I’m nothing but a bargaining chip. I stand there with my mouth open, trying to understand the shit coming out of his mouth. “Oh please, stop giving me that look. You’re old enough to know what men want. If you were a good daughter, you’d go over there and make it right with him.”
“I can’t believe you’d say something like that. Where’s the father that used to love me?”
“He left the moment Dora came into my life.”
He’s just confirmed what I’ve felt for a long time, and I’m not even affected by his admission. “I see. I’ll be leaving in two days. You can bend over and deal with Mr. Davenport yourself.”
He comes at me like he’s going to hit me, something he hasn’t done in years, and I flinch. The bastard then smiles at me like I’m afraid of him, but he’s a fool if he believes it. Anybody would protect themselves so they don’t get hit. He backs off and leaves me alone.
The rest of the day I spend in my room seething and planning my departure. I don’t want to see any of them, and I’m not hungry either. I obviously missed him passing by while I was dealing with my dipshit father. What does it matter anyway? The man has a maid. I had hoped that when my father asked me to move in with them that he’d missed me, but he just wanted to use me to sweeten a deal with the neighbor.
I hate myself for this unhealthy obsession with Mr. Davenport. Tomorrow, I’ll be going into town to find an apartment or a hotel to stay at until I can figure out what I’m going to do.
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I wake up and decide to let my father know about my plans. He isn’t happy but doesn’t stop me. Driving into town, I find it busy, but I like it. If my father weren’t such a fucking piece of shit and Mr. Davenport didn’t live nearby, I’d like to live here. It’s so cozy and has that sweet hometown feel.
I head to the store because I refuse to use anything they have in their home. Gosh, I need everything. So I pick up some food and personal cleaning products. The moment I walk in the store I’m surrounded by helpful men. The same as always for me. I brush off their need to assist me and manage to make my purchases like a normal person.
I walk out and, of course, there’s another man who’s ready to lend me a hand. Inwardly, I’m fuming, but I give him a genuine smile.
“Hi there, Miss.”
I look at his badge and reply, “Hello, Officer Cole.” My tone isn’t as sweet as it should be, but I’ve had it with these men. Is pussy that hard to find here?