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My cock finally deflates as I clean the kitchen and think of things that cause my dick to shrivel up because there is no way I can sit through the rest of our Sunday night ritual and allow myself to think impure thoughts about my daughter.
I’m full of sin, but she’s the best parts of me, and I need to keep it that way.
CHAPTER3
OCTOBER
Islip into the employee entrance of Onyx as I watch a couple of others swipe their keycards, and I just so happen to tag along.
It’s been a little over a week since I got fired, and I’ve learned the hard way that no one is really hiring. I thought bartenders were always in demand, but I’ve been proven wrong. I’m tired of sitting at home. I spent the first few days catching up on trash TV and reading all the books while submitting my resume online. Killed a little time swiping left onTrystslooking for someone older, dark hair and bright eyes and with a beard to make me come all over his face.
Is that too much to ask for? Possibly, but a girl wants what she wants.
I’m snagging a job here because if I have to spend another night sitting at home waiting for an email back about an interview, I’m going to lose my shit, and already I’ve contemplated dyeing my hair, and the last thing I actually want to do is fuck up my hair. I’ve spent too long working on growing it out and undoing all the damage I did to it when I was fourteen andrebelling.
I see Ian behind the bar with a pencil behind his ear and a clipboard in his hand as he scans the rows of liquor bottles. He must be doing inventory. Ian is five years older than me and the only reason I actually know who he is, is because he dated one of my friends, Fiona, two years ago. I thought Dad was going to blow a gasket when he saw photos from a night out online on SnapLink.
Old Man Davis: Why the hell are you out with my bartender?
Me: Uh, what?
Old Man Davis: Ian, my goddamn bartender. Why am I looking at a picture of you two? You know how I feel about you and Onyx mixing.
Me: I—I really didn’t know Ian worked at Onyx.laughing, crying emoji. He’s dating Fiona. I knew he was a bartender but never bothered asking where. I didn’t think I needed to ask everyone I meet who bartends where their place of employment is? monocle emoji.
Old Man Davis: Smartass.
Me: Say you’re sorry.
Old Man Davis: No. Go back to your kickback and stay outta trouble. I don’t need any more gray hair.
Me: Women find men with gray hair attractive. Embrace it, old man.
Old Man Davis: I can’t stand you.
Me: Love youuuuu. I’ll be fine and we’re heading back to the dorms soon, anyway. Kbyeeee.old man emoji
Walking up to the bar I call out, “Hey stud, nice ass. Now swing your dick like a helicopter.” Ian jumps, dropping his clipboard before whirling around, mouth open and ready to berate whatever employee he thinks is talking to him.
“October Davis, as I live and breathe. What the hell are you doing here, and how do you know about that?” He folds his arms across his chest and if he wasn’t a friend’s ex, I wouldn’t mind climbing him and sitting on his face. But girl code, plus I know about the dick swing, which I will never stop laughing about.
“I came to see a man about a job, and word on the street is that you’re the man in charge around here.” He doesn't know my connection to this place because surely if he did, his face would be blanched white instead of eyeing me up and down. He takes in my dark wash jeans, all-black sneakers, and basic black V-neck t-shirt that the arch of my breasts peers out of.
“You’ve got the look alright, but why are you looking to work here?” I don’t feel like spilling my business to Ian. So, I choose a standard basic-ass answer.
“I’m twenty-two and want extra cash. This seemed like a good way to do that while not killing every night of my life. I mean, if you don’t want me, someone else will.” I’m well aware I’m manipulating him and using a thinly veiled innuendo to do it.
“Nice try, October. You and I both know you’re gorgeous, but it’ll never happen. Fi and I split amicably, and we both wouldn’t do that to her. Maybe in a different lifetime, though, huh?”
“I mean want me for the club, but nice to see your mind went straight to sex. I prefer my conquests to not swing their dick around, causing me to snort vodka out of my nose.” He blushes, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Christ, of fucking course she told you all about that. Hey, in my defense, when your girl asks you to dance for her, you dance. Even if you’re naked and look like an idiot.” He really is a good guy, and it makes me a little sad that the two of them broke up. They were good together, but Ian was happy staying here in Auburn Hill and living a comfortable life, and Fiona was not. Last I heard, she was interning at Oxford and spending her breaks exploring different parts of Europe. She checks in with us from time to time, but it’s like a whole different life for her over there, and I’m happy for her.
“Soooo…” I trail off. He’s gonna hire me. We both know it, and I just need to try and avoid my dad. I’m definitely going to get caught, but hopefully, he doesn’t cause that much of a public scene, and I can sweet talk him into letting me stay.
“You already know I am. You’re smart and sharp. You can handle drunks and not let them fluster you. All the qualifications I need for someone to work behind this bar top.” He bends to pick up the clipboard he dropped earlier before moving to lift up the board on the side of the bar.
“C’mon, trouble. You can start right now by helping me with inventory and then I’ll get you paperwork to fill out for HR.” Thank fuck Dad has a whole ass Human Resources department.
