Page 29 of His Good Girl

As I hang up, a new contact is sent. With trembling fingers, I text the info, and an hour later, I get his flight and hotel confirmation. All my plans for the night are forgotten. I sit and stare at the wall, wondering if I dreamed this up. Of course, if I were to dream about my dad showing up, I’m fairly certain it would’ve been a hell of a lot less awkward and with less stuttering. Definitely less stuttering and rambling thoughts of fucking my friend’s dad while talking to my own dad, because that is kinda fucked up.

My hands won’t stop shaking. I grab my phone to call the only person I can think of, then stop. He has let me down so many times; do I really dare get my hopes up? Do I even tell her he’s coming? It’s the first time he called himself, or actually bought tickets, but I also know he is rich enough to not care if he wastes the cost of a ticket or hotel. I fiddle with my phone, finally hitting send on the text I typed out.

Me:

Something fucking weird happened!

Marcee:

OOOOhhh I hope it’s juicy, or dirty, or juicy and dirty!

Me:

Eww you’re starting to sound like me, it's probably good you’re getting away from my bad influence!

Marcee:

Spill!

Me:

My dad called!

My phone rings a second later.

“What do you mean your dad called? Like, actually he called, or his assistant called, as him?”

“Actually him!”

“How was it? What did he say?”

“It was awkward as fuck, and he wants to help me move.”

“No, my gosh!”

“Yeah, I’m freaking out, Marce.”

“Do you actually think he’ll come?” There’s a sharp gasp. “Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, that was rude of me to say. Of course, he will come.”

“I love you Marcee, and do not apologize, it's a very valid question. He bought tickets and booked a hotel, which he’s never done, so I would say there is a thirty to forty percent chance he will actually show.”

“Be positive, there's gotta be at least a fifty-fifty chance he will come!”

“He has never seen any place we’ve lived. I have only seen him once since graduating high school. It’s going to be so freaking weird, Marcee.”

“Well, all I know is you better hide the contents of your nightstand just in case he comes, he might be traumatized if he sees all that.”

I fall onto my bed laughing—I really needed this. “Just because you were scandalized by my monster cock dildo doesn’t mean anyone else would be.”

“Lexie, all dads in the world would be scandalized seeing your monster cock dildo!”

There’s a muffled squeal, then I hear her phone hit the floor, followed by the rustling of her snatching it back up before I hear her gasping for air, laughing so hard she can’t speak.

“Marcee?”

“Lexie! My dad walked in just as I mentioned your monster dildo!”

As I laugh, picturing her horror at her dad even hearing her say those words, my phone bings.