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I give the maid a small smile on my way out now that she’s not looking at me like I’m as bad as Venus and head back down the drive and out onto the road to get to the bus stop. I don’t know where I’m staying tonight but I’ll figure it out, I have some money, enough for a cheap ass motel room. After that I’ll start making plans for what to do, where to go. I don’t really have enough to get back to New York, find another room, and a new job there. I guess I’ll see what sort of magic LA can rustle up for me.
Chapter 2
Damien
Summer break is officially done which means my kids are back at school and I get to have time without them at the house harping on and on with the rest of their friends about this or that vacation, phone, electronic whatnot that they want. I’m thirty-eight years old with twins that will soon be twenty-one. I thought the years from six to twelve would be bad, let alone the teenage years, but I’ve learnt fast that their twenties are clearly going to send me mad.
That is why I bought the condo in town for them to stay at during the school year while they’re both attending UCLA. I’d hoped at least one of them would want to push out, go to Yale or Harvard, even Brown, but no, they didn’t even want to go to UCLA. They would have preferred for me to finance them in whatever they wanted to do, but I told them from the time they were young that I was their father, not their ATM.
Their mother wasn’t my high school sweetheart, she was an older woman that I had one too many nights with who ended up pregnant when I was seventeen and she was twenty-three. Not exactly a cougar but enough that people were curious when I married her to give the twins legitimacy. In our social sphere that’s necessary so I did it, and then pushed through college while Jessica took care of the twins.
By the time I graduated, we were headed for divorce court and then she came down with a violent case of the flu which uncovered an undetected heart condition that quickly stole her strength. She died when the twins were only five and since then, I’ve enjoyed women but never remarried, never thought of wanting more than to raise my kids and repair the business that my father nearly bankrupted with foolish thoughts of global dominance.
I’ve managed to claim that now and the twins think they should swan around like Paris Hilton or the Kardashians. No, they won’t ever act like that; I’ll cut them off if they try it.
The last few years at this time of the year I would be hitting up the bars with my friends, unwinding, but now most of them are starting families, dealing with all the things I did during college, and I end up going home alone. Or else I take some female executive that only wants a good time out to dinner and then to bed before coming home to an empty house.
I complain about them when they’re here but its deathly quiet and empty when they’re not here. The house is a mansion in every right. It looks like a castle almost which is surprising to find in the hills of Pacific, most places here look like beach homes but not mine. I enjoy how far out it is at the end of the day, getting away from the downtown LA scene. It lets me relax but the quiet sometimes when I’m deep inside the nearly twenty-four thousand square feet place is a bit too much.
I turn the car to go up the hill and immediately lift my foot off the gas as I watch a woman walk down along the side of the road. She’s tiny, especially compared to my six-four height. She can’t be much over five feet tall but for all that small stature, she has long legs shown off beneath a cutoff skirt and they are a sweet nutty brown that would look amazing wrapped around my golden hips. Her hair is thrown up in a messy ponytail that seriously looks amazing on her and as I coast towards her, her features start to pop out more making me curse realizing she’s not nearly as old as her body might suggest.
Her clothes definitely show off her curved hips and her top clings to full breasts before giving a hint of nutty brown skin between the end of it and the top of that skirt. Her waist is tiny above those curves and I want to know who she is, why she’s out here walking and just how old she is. I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long time and I’m not past a hook up with a younger girl that claims my interest this much, but I won’t even think of touching one underage. One of my father’s friends just found himself in a heap of trouble for that and when one came forward, suddenly twenty others were too and he’s looking at a long jail term.
I slow to a stop next to her, rolling down the passenger window and lean over when she stops, eyeing the car cautiously. Her hold tightens on a duffle bag that looks like it’s seen far better days. She’s smart not coming closer, ready to run in case I would be a complete crazy and that makes me want her more no matter if she’s younger than Zack and Stacey.
“Hi there, do you need a ride somewhere?” I ask drawing green eyes to mine that show she’s about to say something smart.
“No thanks, I don’t take rides from strangers. That’s Survival 101 there, Ferrari man.”
“You’re not from around here, are you, baby?” I ask hearing the New York accent clearly with her words. It’s nicer than the Jersey ones that have moved out here recently, supple almost and I enjoy it, want to hear her telling me she’s coming while I rock her tight little body hard.
“Just came to meet someone and get some answers, now I’m headed anywhere she’s not,” the beauty tells me and that has my interest piqued.
“Someone that lives around here?” I ask and she shrugs telling me that’s a yes. Those green eyes come back to mind and my brow lifts a bit further. “Venus…you’re her…”
“Biological daughter she tossed aside the day I was born,” the girl answers with another shrug that says she’s over it which is odd since she’s standing here half a mile from the Roberts’ place. It’s not quite half the size of mine and the old man died a few days ago.
“When was that?” I have to ask.
“Just over half past the turn of the century as the clock struck twelve,” she shoots straight back with a grin.
“New Year’s baby? Making you what, eighteen now?” I question, interest and desire increasing by leaps and bounds looking and talking to her. She has spunk and I like that.
“Yeah and you are other than a cliché driving a Ferrari?” she returns and I laugh, I can’t help it. Damn I like this girl a lot more than I like most women I’m attracted to and even if she is only eighteen, she’s clearly a woman and not a girl.
“Damien Dewar, I know your biological mother’s husband’s family, well her now deceased husband’s family,” I answer her with ease. “I own the house up there on the hill,” I add nodding towards the side that can be seen from this angle. “I own from it down to the beach.”
“Impressive I guess if you’re into that sort of thing, but I’m not, Ferrari man.”
“I honestly believe that. You have at least half a mile before you’ll run into any sort of public transportation though, it’s getting late, the sun’s about to start going down and it’ll cool off then. Are you sure I can’t give you a ride somewhere? And before you come back with more Survival 101 quotes, I’m harmless from the second a girl says no to anything.”
“And what if she says yes?” this beauty asks, her eyes sliding over my chest and shoulders back to my face and holy shit, there’s desire burning in them.
“I give them whatever sort of ride of their life they want,” I answer pushing open the passenger door.
She only hesitates for a second before she slips into the seat putting her bag in the small space behind us. She really is as tiny as she looked and when she sits, she’s even smaller thanks to her being almost all legs and all I can think about is them wrapped around my waist as I drive into her over and over.
“I’m Ivy Smith, yes, Smith is the real last name,” she adds, and I reach over, pulling the seatbelt across her lap buckling it making her brow lift.
