Page 60 of My Soul for Sale

Three weeks ago, if you told me I’d be in a relationship with the girl I pined over since I was fifteen, I’d call you a liar. If you told me I’d also be sharing her with my dad, I’d laugh in your face. But this is my life and I honestly can’t picture it any other way.

Again, it’s only been a few weeks, but I have my girl, a job, a home, and my dad. What else could I need?

Sloane’s been making big plans for the Iced Rose and it’s hot as hell to watch her get excited about her ideas and when she puts her business hat on, I’m a goner.

The house is almost done. And I’m sad that soon she won’t need to stay here a night or two a week while things happen there.

We helped her move her bedroom stuff the day after she bought the bar.

Then that Friday, her cabinets and countertops were delivered, so while she worked, Dad and I got them all installed and ready to go.

The last thing to do is tackle that backyard and paint the downstairs which we can do at any time since our girl wants the walls all white.

Which is why I pitched a crazy as hell idea to my dad and he agreed surprisingly. We didn’t tell Sloane so this could be a real fuck up, but I think she’s gonna be fucking stoked. I can’t wait to see her face.

We pull up to her house and I get out, making a beeline for the door. I knock twice before grabbing the handle to open it, but it’s locked.

Good girl.

Sloane pulls open the door a second later, smiling. She’s wearing a tattered Def Leppard shirt that just barely covers her large tits. The skirt she has on is black and tight as hell on her thick thighs and it’s split up her leg almost to her pussy.

The woman is a wet dream on legs.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” she asks. “Did we have plans that I forgot about?”

“Nope.” I smirk mischievously. “We have a surprise for you. It was my idea, so if you get pissed, know that Dad wasn’t totally on board at first.”

“Okay… you’re making me nervous.” She steps out onto the porch and her eyes go wide. “Why the hell is there a U-Haul in my driveway? What did you do?”

“We’re moving in… if you’ll have us, that is.” My tone is tense and I worry my bottom lip, staring at her.

“Ummmm.” She goes silent while staring at the U-Haul. Then she lets out a deep belly laugh.

“What the fuck did you do, Atlas?”

“I don’t like not having you with us at night. You can’t move in with us since this is where you see your future and, well, since I can’t see my future without you, I told Dad we should move in with you.”

“But you have a house. Your dad owns that house and it’s a nice freaking house.”

The man in question comes up the walk and answers her, so I don't have to.

“It’s just a house. I was going to resell it, and I called a realtor to see if we could have it appraised. But she suggested leasing it on like VRBO. Then I had another idea. So I called Edward, and he’s going to lease it during the auction every year in case anyone needs a place to stay for their weekend of fun.”

“That’s smart. But that weekend can’t cover your mortgage.” She puts a hand on her hip.

“No. But he’s going to reserve it for the whole month of the auction so they can set up the bedrooms to suit the guests and then clean up thoroughly afterward so I can rent to whoever the rest of the year. But his monthly offer almost covers my mortgage for the year.”

“So what do you say, baby?” I pick her up and spin her around in a circle. “Can we move in? Please. We’ll help with chores, bills, and orgasms. You name it.” I wag my brows.

“I–I–do you really want to live here?”

“Hell yeah. I want to be wherever you are. Please say yes, so that my next surprise isn’t in vain.” I clasp my hands together and shake them at her.

She taps her chin with a finger like she’s deep in thought. “Hmmmm… Yes!”

“You’re sure?” Dad asks.

“Sure as anything. Is all your stuff in the U-Haul?”

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