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Brodie
That night I dreamt of my dad, and how all the bad stuff had gone down.
“Brodie, I need to talk to you.”
I look up from the books I was working on, where I was learning how the hotel’s accounting worked. My dad always wanted to make sure I knew every aspect of running the business.
“You have to know how to do this, son, so you can teach others,” he had assured me as he had every year, starting back in the miserable summer when he had my fifteen-year-old self cleaning rooms.
That had been one lousy assignment, but boy, did I get a new appreciation for the housekeepers who hustled around the hotel, working their asses off.
“Yeah, Dad?” I asked, not looking up from the financial statement I was trying to put together.
“Son, you know how last year we had a shortfall of cash?”
I looked up from my work. “What about it?”
He looked down at his hands. He had an expression on his face that I couldn’t read. Something was not right.
“Well, I took out a couple lines of credit.”
“Okay. We’ve done that before, right?” I asked.
“Yes, we have. But this time, I didn’t put the money where I should have—to pay the hotel’s outstanding bills.”
“What do you mean? What else would you do with the money?”
His eyes got red, and he looked up at the ceiling.
“Dad? What happened? What’s going on?”
His voice cracked. “I…had to use it for some bills at home.”
“What? Why?”
“Well, I got behind on a few things and thought I’d be able to pay it back before anyone noticed.”
“You’re gonna pay it back, Dad, right? I mean, can’t you just pay it back?”
He shook his head and covered his face with his hand. “I can’t. I can’t.”
My heart started to pound. The line of credit wasn’t his to take. He had business partners he was accountable to…
“Okay. What do we do then?” I asked. I was sure there was a way to rectify the situation. We just needed to figure it out.
“It’s too late, Brodie. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
A sob escaped his mouth and tears ran down his face. The pain he was in hit me like a knife to my own chest.
He continued, “The business partners know. They’re pressing charges. I may go to prison.”
“Dad, how could you keep this from me? How could you…how could you…”
Somebody was shaking me, but when I looked around my dad was gone.
“Brodie. Sweetie, wake up. You’re having a bad dream,” Nara said, stroking my hair.
I looked around the dark room, still disoriented. “But my dad…my dad…”
“Shhh. Let’s go back to sleep. It was a dream…”
* * *
Morning came too soon, the dream about my father still fresh as if Nara had woken me from it only five minutes earlier. She lay with her eyes wide open.
“How long have you been awake?” I asked her.
“Oh, not long. Just enjoying how sunny this place is.”
She sat up in bed and the sheet fell to her waist, revealing her delicious breasts. I felt a twitch as my cock said good morning. I reached for her and pulled her back down.
“Hey, I gotta get up soon,” she protested.
“I do, too. But we have a few minutes.”
I propped myself onto my side and made circles around her pink nipple, which immediately sprang to attention. Like something else in the bed.
“You had a nightmare last night.”
“I did. All that stuff from my dad came rushing back. Like your body stores it and springs it on you every now and then.”
“What happened in the dream?” she asked.
“He was telling me what he’d done. I was so devastated first, that he did it, and second, because it happened right under my nose.”
I hadn’t realized how worked up it still got me.
“You don’t blame yourself, do you?”
