“Did you and my dad go out last night?”
“We sure did. Went to one of his clubs.”
“You got my dad out to a club?”
“It’s his own place. He can do whatever he wants.” She sipped her coffee and looked at me. “You father isn’t as boring as he seems.”
I had no clue what to say to that. “I don’t think he’s boring.”
“You’re the only one, then. But Jonathan can have a good time when he wants to.”
“That’s good.”
I felt like I was watching a train wreck in slow motion. What did my dad see in this woman? Actually, the more I looked at her, the more I understood. Dad was getting older. He probably liked Lucille because she had blonde hair, good boobs, and probably made him feel young, even though they were close to the same age.
“Where is he now?”
“Who knows?” she said. “He didn’t drink nearly enough last night. Probably out fishing like usual.”
“What do you mean, enough?”
She laughed. “I mean I drank enough for the both of us, I guess.”
For a second, I had the horrible fear that Lucille was Lydie in the future. I decided right there to try to forgive Lydie. I couldn’t live with myself if Lydie ended up like Lucille, old and bitter and mean. Maybe I couldn’t do anything about it, but I could at least be her friend.
“God, I feel like shit,” Lucille muttered. “I’m going to go sit out by the pool. Tell your father where I am.” She stood and looked at me. “You look like shit, too, girl. You should get more sleep.” She walked out the back door.
I stared at the door for almost a full minute before bursting out laughing. She was right, I probably did look like shit considering what had happened the day before. I had watched her son kill two men and dispose of their bodies, and later I had let him fuck me until my body couldn’t take any more.
It was almost a little weird looking her in the eye and having a conversation with her considering her son had just had his thick, perfect cock deep inside me. She would probably go absolutely insane if she knew what had happened between us. That made me almost happy, and there was a dim part of me that wanted to shove it in her face.
Except then I imagined how my father would react, and a stone dropped into my stomach. Suddenly, I had no more appetite.
He’d lose it. I just knew he’d lose it. And understandably, considering I was fucking my stepbrother. Dad clearly liked Nate, or at least he liked him enough, but he would never, ever let me date someone like Nate, let alone have sex with him. I was still Dad’s little girl, after all, and the only guys he wanted me to date were rich gentlemen.
Except I was learning that I had no interest in rich gentlemen. Apparently the thing I wanted was a dirty-talking, asshole Navy SEAL with a big dick and a bad attitude. I could feel myself blushing just at the way I was thinking, which was crazy.
The whole situation was bizarre. I knew I’d never actually date Nathan or anything like that, and I didn’t think I even wanted to. But still, he somehow got under my skin in more than one way.
Eventually I finished up breakfast and wandered back up to my room. I really didn’t want to run into Lucille again or be around when my dad eventually got home. It was getting close to eleven in the morning, and Nate still wasn’t back from wherever he went, which was bugging me. I knew he could do whatever he wanted, but yesterday was such an insane thing. It would have been nice to have someone to talk to about it.
I found myself scrolling through Facebook on my phone when I got another text from Lydie. I sighed and decided that I had punished her long enough. I clicked her name, calling her.
“Hey!” she said, answering the phone on the first ring.
“Hi, Lydie. Sorry I haven’t gotten back to you.”
“Listen, I am so, so sorry about everything. I have been such a mega bitch. I deserve to get fire ants shoved up my cooter.”
I made a face. “Okay, gross. That was really graphic.”
“Sorry. Would you rather scorpions up my butt?”
“Maybe just skip the body horror stuff entirely.”
“Okay, whatever.”
“Look, I’m not really mad at you anymore.”
“I’m really happy you just said that.”
“But you were being a dick.”
“You’re right, I was. I can make a bunch of shitty excuses, but truthfully, I’ve been a real cock and I’m sorry.”
I smiled. “It’s good to be talking to you again.”
“Ugh, I know. What’s it been, a whole day? I’m like shaking from Claire withdrawal.”
“Want to get your fix?”