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“Decades. Long before Andrea was born. Now, do you understand how this makes me feel?”
“Decades. In that time, have I ever slept around? Been with multiple women? Had flings and affairs? Have I ever introduced anyone to you except people I work with?”
This makes Dad pause, but I see his nostrils flaring, hands on hips and legs planted wide. This is him full-on angry. “But my daughter?” he chokes out.
“I know. Fuck, Paul. I know. I tried. I really tried, but it’s so hard not to fall for Andrea. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.Ever. You know me, Paul. You know I never dated, never even so much as turned to look at any woman. But I can’t… I can’t let Andrea go.”
Something passes across Dad’s face. He looks at Andrew then at me. My tears are rolling down my cheek, and I wipe them angrily. “I love you, Dad. I would never go out of my way to make you angry or hurt you. You’ve raised me by yourself. We’re not fooling around. This is for real.”
“You’re too young for him, Andrea,” he shakes his head, the fight having gone out of him.
“So was Grandma when she married Grandpa. And they were together for 70 years.”
This almost makes him smile because my grandparents had a wonderful relationship. Their home was full of laughter and love. When Grandpa passed away, Grandma followed less than 24 hours later. They were soulmates.
Dad closes his eyes and tilts his head to the sky. He stays like that for a few minutes, and we silently wait for him. “I can’t do this. I’m going home.”
He walks back to his car, slams the door, and drives out of the parking lot.
I barely notice Andrew until he wraps his arms around me, and I bury my face in his chest, sobbing like I’ve never sobbed before. God, I hurt my dad and I hate it. But I love Andrew. What kind of cruel joke is the world playing on us?
“Hey…hey, baby. I got you, okay? Your dad’s gonna think it over. He’s a rational guy. We just shocked him today.”
I hope so. God, I hope so.
7
ANDREW
Locking the car doors, I lean against the driver’s seat and heave a sigh. After that confrontation with Paul, I followed Andrea to her dorm, where she was too distraught to say more than a few words. I thought I could catch a few hours of sleep and instead ended up tossing and turning until it was time to leave for my 16-hour shift.
Now that it’s done, I’m thankful I was too busy to think. This thing with Paul is complicated. He’s my closest friend, almost like family. I would never throw our friendship away. But if he wants to distance himself from me, that’s fine. Like I told him, I didn’t mean to fall for Andrea. I just did. Who wouldn’t, anyway? I’m shocked she was single when she came to my beach house, making me the luckiest man to ever walk the face of the Earth due to the fact I was able to find her when she was available, unclaimed by another man. The rest of the men in this world just missed out on the greatest catch of all time. But it’s too late now…she’s mine. Forever. And that’s what Paul needs to understand. Forever.
It’s not even just about fucking her brains out. No. It’s more than that. I agree that my cock roars to attention just at the thought of her. But fuck. I can’t let her go. Just thinking of her with someone else makes barbed wires coil in my belly.
Fuck that.
Because not only is what we do in bed about enjoyment in the here and now, but even more so the sense of pride we’re going to experience in the future…because that savage sex we’re having has a very specific end goal, one I never thought I’d have in this lifetime.
To make a baby…with her and only her. To start a family. Us.
I’ll have her as my wife. Give her the home she wants.Wewant. And then… bind her to me by filling her with my seed and putting our child in that petite body of hers.
Forever. That’s how long she’ll be with me.
Not long enough if I’m honest.
Dammit. Paul will come around. It will take time, but he’ll get there. He always wants what’s best for Andrea, just as I do. Whether he admits it or not, I’m the man for her. Not someone her age who can’t see beyond their tiny dicks.
Pulling out of the parking lot, I drive all the way to her dorm. I texted her earlier about dinner and she already said yes. So far, no new news about her stalker and that damn creepy professor who should be nowhere near college girls.
I park in front of her dorm since she texted me an hour ago that she was leaving her last class.
With nothing else to do, I open and answer emails. Takes me all of 15 minutes. But I look up and she’s still not around. I get out of the truck and dial her number.
Five rings then straight to voicemail.
Maybe she fell asleep after school. Or maybe.
