Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
But I shake my head.
“No way. Dirty is how I want you. I want my cum dripping down your leg, reminding you of who you belong to.”
“How could I ever forget?”
I grin as she wriggles her hips, adjusting her dress back into place.
“Can I at least get my panties back?”
“No,” I say with a wink. “Not until this evening at least. Was there something you came here for?”
She draws a breath and grabs her purse, slipping a brown envelope out of it. “This came to my office. It’s from your father.”
“What the fuck does he want?” I ask, frowning. “He’s out of my life and it’s a lot better without him in it.”
“He wants to reconnect with his children.”
“All of them, or just me? Because Roman and I are at a place where we’re actually speaking to each other again and I’m not going to jeopardize that for the sake of some fraught relationship with that man.”
“The letter says he’s trying to contact all of his children. He knows most of you won’t respond to phone calls or an in-person visit, and there’s no pressure. He’d just like to apologize to you all for things in the past, and maybe have you back in his life.” Malta puts the letter on the roof of the Camaro. “You know I’ll support whatever you decide.”
I nod.
I’ll think about it. The idea of not having my own kids in my life just doesn’t bear thinking about. Between them and Malta, I’d give up the world to protect them, keep them safe and know that they love me back. My father might not have always made good decisions, but if he’s ready to admit that he was wrong, perhaps I should hear him out.
After all, isn’t family about forgiveness, too?
“OK, baby, I’ll read his letter and think about it. Now, I’ve got a customer arriving in…” I glance at the clock. “Ten minutes. How about you wait in the office and finish that sketch of Roxie, and when I’m done I’ll drive the three of us back home in time for our own kids to get home? I want to sit down with too much food and watch cartoons.”
She laughs, nodding. “I love you, Mr. Volos.”
“And I love you, Mrs. Volos. Where would I be if you didn’t walk into that gambling den across the street from the bar I used to run?”
“I needed your help, I just didn’t know it,” she says, wrapping herself into my arms.
“Not as much as I needed yours, baby. Not as much as I needed yours.”
THE END