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Nick
Molly had that look in her eyes again. We just finished not even thirty minutes before, but when a blonde bombshell like Molly decided that she wanted more, the only thing a man could do was to listen to her. I was not strong enough to do anything else. When she gave me those eyes, there was only one thing that would be done.
We were in my studio, and I had just played her one of my new songs. It wasn't necessarily written for her, but it could have been. She was one of the many faceless women that I occupied my time with. They were beautiful and sexy and rich and kind of all the same. That wasn't a bad thing, of course. I did love them all in my own way.
Molly moved a few feet over and climbed up on my lap. She was facing me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I never did get much work done when she was in the studio. She liked to make sure that she was getting all the attention.
The music played behind us and I wondered if she was as well as I was. When I asked her if she was ready, she smiled at me and agreed.
It didn't take long to release myself and fix her skirt, then it was around her waist and her panties were pulled to the side. Seconds really, and she was hot and wet around me. I ground out loud which made her giggle and it made me grit my teeth. Molly was every man's fantasy and at the moment, she was mine.
We weren't that far into it when I heard someone at the front door. No one was supposed to be here. I knew who it was, though. I didn't have to hear his loud, booming voice carrying through the house before I knew exactly who it was.
“Nick! Nick! I know you're here. I see your car out front, but you're not answering your phone.”
Molly scrambled off of me, and I was left covering myself with a pillow, and she had some of her clothes pressed up against herself, trying to hide her modesty. I can't say that Molly had much, but in this situation she did.
“What in the hell!?”
“Dad, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to be in Billings for the day?”
“It isn't that far away, son, and I need to talk to you. I keep telling you that you need to answer your damn phone so I don't have to come out here.”
Molly was just standing there, and I told her that she should probably get out of here. The next few minutes weren’t going to be pleasant, and I didn’t want to subject her to my father for any longer than I had to.
“I will give you a call later.”
Dad gave her a dirty look and I walked her to the door. I didn't want her to feel bad about this. It wasn't her fault that my dad was an asshole.
“I'm really sorry about this, Molly. You know how dad can be. I will make it up to you later.”
“Yeah, we all know how he is. I will see you later at the club, right?”
She said it a little too loud and dad said something about how I didn't have time to go to the club. I had work to do and none of it included anything to do with the bar where I played my music.
“That’s not a real job.”
She gave me a look and I just responded in kind. A roll of the eyes and a kiss to see her later.
When I turned around, I wasn't too happy to see Gerald in front of me. When he really pissed me off, I would call him by his first name and even to this day in my late twenties, it bothered him to no end.
One would think that he would understand that I wasn't like him. I never wanted to be like him. He had spent all of his life chasing money, and I wanted to spend my life chasing freedom. What was the point of getting more than I could even spend in a lifetime? The family had enough. If I made riches in my life, it would be from music, not stuck in a boardroom somewhere.
Dad was in a tizzy and I could only imagine what it was about. It was always about something that I had done or didn't do right. It was exhausting.
“I see that you are still not taking your life very seriously. It's the middle of the day and of course you have a girl on top of you. When are you going to grow up?”
“Molly is just a good friend.”
“And that is all she will ever be. Do you even know where her family comes from?”
He said it like it was the most important thing in the world. I didn't care where her family came from. I never had and it wasn't like I needed to marry well. We already had money.
“You need to keep it that way. She does not come from a respectable family.”
It wasn't like me and Molly were anything serious, but the way he said it really aggravated me. He made all these assumptions about my life, when in reality, he didn't know anything about it. He didn't know anything about me, except that I let him down on a daily basis. Wasn't that enough?
