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“Hi, dad,” she chimes. In her ‘I’m with company’ voice.
The voice she puts on when she wants me to let her do all the talking.
Sure thing.
She explains she’s at lunch with the lead actor who’s also the technical director, whatever that means. So we’ll have to catch up later.
She mentions Sheree is at the diner and I take the next street to bring me right to her.
“Well, I would say break a leg honey… but after what happened to that understudy,” I try to joke, but Zoe’s not laughing.
“I’ll call you if I need picking up,” she says a little icily before hanging up and I grimace to myself for just a moment.
The thought of Sheree alone in a diner makes my foot heavier on the gas, forgetting all about my bad dad jokes with my daughter.
I make it to the diner in time to see Sheree getting up to leave. She looks upset.
Her face brightens once she sees me coming in, but then she looks around.
Worried we’ll be seen together.
Worried I might act on the impulse I have to take her in my arms and kiss her like my queen needs right now.
But I don’t.
Not yet.
“Do you have to go?” I ask her in a low voice, motioning back towards the booth. Grateful when she takes her seat again.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, taking her hands in mine, not caring who sees, but she only lets me do that for a moment before she pulls away and puts her hands under the table out of my reach.
“I just saw Zoe,” she explains.
But that’s not it.
There’s something else. “What is it, Sheree?” I ask her again, firmer this time. Needing to know if someone’s upset her.
I glance around myself, looking out into the street through the window, ready to hunt down who or whatever it is that’s made her so blue so suddenly.
“It’s my mom,” she says, her voice trembling and a tear forming at the corner of her eye.
“What happened?” I ask her, softening my tone, ready for the worst.
“She had a fall,” she tells me, and I feel my brow crease.
Okay. So someone fell…
“She’s old,” Sheree adds, sensing where my thoughts are going. “Both my parents were in their fifties when they took me on. They’re both old…” she trails off.
Making me feel like a complete asshole for even thinking less of the situation when I can see how upset she is.
How torn she looks.
“And then there are the airports,” she continues, and I feel my brow raising in a question this time.
“There’s snow coming, apparently. Lots of it. They say the airports might be closed right through next week.”
I feel my mouth wanting to curl into a grin, but seeing how upset she is I know that’s not a good idea right now.
“Do you need to go back? Right away, I mean?” I ask. Suddenly feeling prepared to do whatever it takes if she wants to go home.
I’ll drive her myself if I have to if it means us being together.
Everything else can wait.
She only shakes her head, then shrugs.
“I don’t know what I want,” she sniffs, holding back tears and looking away. Locking me out.
I let her be for a moment, not wanting to upset her even more than she already is.
I know what I want. I want my cock deep inside her, filling her with our child. That’s what I want.
She’s so close, I can just tell. My balls are literally throbbing and I can smell it on her.
Sense how ready she is for my seed.
I sigh under my breath, glad when she reaches for my hands again, squeezing two of my fingers with her own.
“I’m sorry, Michael,” she sniffs again. “It’s not your problem.”
“It is my problem, Sheree. Everything to do with you now involves me. Us,” I explain to her, somehow wondering if she’s so upset its not obvious or do I really have to spell it out for her again.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her again. “And me? I’m all yours. Everything I am and have, everything at my disposal is yours,” I tell her with conviction, putting my hands over hers.
A waitress sidles up to our table. “Aww… Sorry to interrupt, but is anyone at this table actually gonna pay for anything?” she snaps.
Without looking I fish for some money from my pocket and slap it down on the table next to me.
“Here,” I growl. “We’ll have two burgers, fries, and milkshakes,” I tell her without even taking my eyes off Sheree.
Her own brighten and she almost says something but thinks better of it.
Suddenly happy, I decide not to probe her too much more right now about her folks.
I’ll save my probing for the dicking my cock’s aching to give her.
“You should eat something,” I remark, feeling my stomach rumble at the thought of food.
