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I wish Fred Walsh hadn’t retired because his advice was always much appreciated during stressful times like this, but the old man deserves his peace. After all, he’s already in his seventies and has had his share of ups and downs. Just the fact that his sons are in a threesome with the same woman would be enough to make a regular man cry, but Fred took it with aplomb. I suppose decades of life experience will do that for you.
But that doesn’t help my current situation. I chuckle wryly and catch a glimpse of my sour expression in the rear-view mirror as I drive home. I look like an ogre ready to tear down a castle or two, and there are harsh lines bracketing my eyes and mouth. It also doesn’t help that I don’t enjoy the fact that recently, I barely even see my daughter during weekdays. Instead, Mrs. Schmitz lets the babysitter in, who stays for a while. Then, my night sitter comes and spends the night at the house, relieving the babysitter from her evening duties. It usually works like clockwork, but obviously, the only reason why I need three people to manage June is because I’m not there myself.
But tonight is Friday, and I decided to leave work a little early. The babysitter can also leave early tonight, and I’ve already called the night sitter to tell her we won’t need her services. Besides, I’ve never met the woman who was recommended by Fred. He assured me that she’s wonderful, and sang her praises to the Heavens, so I’m curious. It takes a lot to impress Fred Walsh, and it can’t hurt to meet the girl who’s watching my daughter. Hell, June might even like her more than me by now.
I pull up to the house and sit in the large circular driveway for a moment as dusk descends. My drive is enormous with a long gravel path studded with white rose bushes, as well as a large fountain off to the left. In the summers, magnolia trees bloom and a heady, fragrant scent fills the air. Plus, tonight is especially nice. The evening sky is a soothing purple shade, and stars are already beginning to twinkle in the night sky.
Heaving a sigh, I just sit for a moment, savoring the silence before leaning towards the passenger seat to grab my briefcase. But when I come back up, there’s the shadowy figure of a man exiting my house. What the hell? Who is this? He saunters out, his shoulders broad, and even from a distance, I can see the smirk on his face. Then he gets into a car and zips off. The asshole never even sees me.
But fury fills my veins. Why the hell is there a man on my property? And why was he in my house? Did that fucking babysitter have a male guest over when she was supposed to be watching June? Holy fuck, Fred Walsh is going to get an earful. That is, right after I tear the babysitter a new one.
I throw open my car door, forgetting about the briefcase. The door slams shut behind me as I stalk toward the house, crunching up the gravel drive with angry steps. Mrs. Schmitz said she thoroughly vetted this babysitter before extending the offer of employment, so what the hell? She knows how protective I am about my daughter.
My anger turns to full blown rage as I step up to the front door because how long has this girl been entertaining men in my home? It’s bad enough that she would disrespect me in such a way, but to do it while she’s supposed to be caring for June? Holy fuck, I’m going to have her ass. Who does this woman think she is? This is the first time I’ve come home early, and I literally caught her in the act. Does she usually fuck boys during her babysitting shifts? Has she been doing this the whole time that I’ve been paying her? Goddamn, I’m going to wring her neck.
I storm into the house and immediately see that my suspicions were right. My coffee table is askew with couch pillows scattered all over the floor, and I can see boot marks on the priceless rug that I imported from Tehran. Even worse, there’s a damp spot on the couch, and the unmistakable scent of male come permeates the air. Not only was this woman having sex in my house, on my couch, but she’s gotten fluids on MY furniture! What the fuck?
At that moment, I hear the sound of running water from the guest bathroom, and then the babysitter emerges from the lavatory. She looks just as startled to see me as I am her. Her big brown eyes go wide as she wipes her hands and stammers.
