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"Right, I’m going to take my plate down. Find Daniel and sort out the money and then head to where the party’s happening."
"There’s nothing better than partying in the Big A. Get talking, get the money and then get packing. Then again, I could just book a ticket for you, so that you could just get packing?"
I want to tell her that I never unpacked in the first place, but I decide that I’ll leave that conversation for when we’re face to face.
"Nah, I couldn’t take money from you. Besides technically I don’t need it," I tell her before taking a deep breath. "Sandra, thanks, I really needed this," I miss her already and we’ve only been apart a day. Maybe she’s right; I’ve always thought of college as a place to work, rather than try and enjoy it. Thinking about being at college and having an issue like this would have sent me to her dorm. I wouldn’t have hesitated, but now she’s miles away and I’m with two men that want to kill each other.
"You should have called me earlier. I don’t know why you find it so difficult to say when you have an issue. That’s what friends are for."
"I know. Sorry, next time I’ll dial your number first."
"Good. Now, speak to your hot stepdaddy and tell me when you’re going to be hereso I can tidy up before you get here."
I know that she’s not going to tidy up. We’re both slobs. I’m just happy to hear a friendly voice and to know that I have a friend that cares. Sometimes I feel so alone; I always have, even when I was with Zach. I thought that Rachel was a friend and she ended up betraying me.
"Sure, will do. Catch you later."
"Bye."
I grab my plate and decide that no matter how much money Daniel wants he can have it. He wouldn’t be asking unless he was desperate and this house has so many painful memories that staying here is not an option. It makes me sad, and sad is something that I had not planned on being this summer. There’s a party waiting for me in New York. I want to go, Colt and Daniel can fight as many times they like, as long as I’m having a good time far away from here.
Daniel
I’m wandering around the house wanting to punch the fucking wall.
This is my fucking house. The house that I want to put for sale so that I can get some fucking money for the business that supports this goddamn family. I shouldn't feel this way, but all of a sudden, everything seems to have been turned upside down.
If the business were profitable right now, I wouldn’t have called both Colt and Karen to come and spend some time here to try and figure things out. They act as if it’s painful to be in their family home. So what’s the big deal in selling it?
Besides, this is the business that helped pay off the home loan when Linda was sick. The business that helped Clara when she went into rehab, the first and the second time. This is the business that pays for those vacations they want to get away to. For the college tuition. For the La Perla lingerie that Karen is probably wearing right now.
God, dear sweet Karen. Whether it’s anger or lust, or a combination of both, I just want to grab her and throw her on my knee and rip off those yoga pants and spank her. Rip that $500 lace thong off her ass and run my finger along her ass crack and make her fucking moan.
I hate the idea that both Karen and Colt are acting as if I’m some gold digger when that’s far from the truth. Especially when getting the funds doesn’t just mean a cash injection for the business, but that’s something that they don’t need to know about. I just need the house sold, the funds distributed, and then we can all get on with our lives.
I decide to go into the kitchen and look around. I should drink something. Something that will take away the pain that I’m feeling at the moment. It's a strange feeling being in this house with Colt and Karen again. They aren't children anymore. And I'm thinking of them in ways I never did in the past.
And not just Karen. I know how fucking gorgeous Karen is.
But why am I thinking about Colt?
Why does my cock get hard when he stands up to me? When he calls me selfish?
This is too fucking weird. I’m his fucking stepdad.
It’s one thing to be lusting after my stepdaughter. But my stepson too? This has got to be crossing some sort of line.
I look around the kitchen and catch sight of an amber-colored bottle. I realize it's my favorite scotch.
I take out the bottle of scotch and feel the weight of it in my hand. I look at the label and watch the overhead light pierce the amber liquid. Then, I grab a couple of blocks of ice, and dump them into a glass. Just as I finish pouring the scotch, Karen stumbles into the kitchen. She’s got her ear buds in; she's swinging her hips to music I can't hear and she doesn’t realize that I’m standing by the sink.
I watch her. Taking in her sight. Drinking in her beauty.
Those luscious curves.
Those mouth-watering hips.
She gives a start as she turns around and sees me watching her.
