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Feeling a little sad about where we stand and the fact that he’s leaving, I stay under the covers and watch him. When he’s all done he stands, leans down and kisses me one final time on the lips. Unlike me, who surely looks thoroughly fucked, he looks as cool as a cucumber. As if he didn’t just pound into me against the wall.

“See you later, sweetheart.” He opens up the door a little, looks left and right before walking out, closing the door behind him.

I turn around and make myself comfortable, feeling the exhaustion of the last few days take over. I’m asleep almost immediately.

13

LINC

A familiar BMW is parked in front of my house when I pull in, and the sated, blissful feeling I have from being with Lily melts away.

“I have the best news, Daddy,” Charlotte says just as she swings the front door open and runs down the front steps.

“Yeah? What’s that?” I ask, smiling at my daughter as I wrap her in my arms. I look up and see her asshole boyfriend walking down the stairs casually with a smirk on his face. I want to punch that smirk right off.

Charlotte holds up her hand right to my face so close that I actually have to take a step back and adjust my eyes. As soon as I see the sparkle of a big diamond, my eyes narrow and I have to grab her hand and look again.

“Randy proposed. I said yes!”

I let go of her hand and stomp toward the house, Randy moving out of the way to let me pass. He probably knows I’m this close to pummeling him. “Charlotte, inside. You,” I say pointing to the man that thinks he’s going to marry my baby girl, “out.”

“Daddy!”

Randy looks at Charlotte and then decides it’s for the best not to fuck with me, seeing as I’m fuming. How is it that I’ve just had mind-blowing sex, had a smile on my face, and felt more fulfilled than ever, and now I’m so fucking mad I don’t know how to control it.

“First, I don’t like you two alone in my house. You better have not slept here.” I point to Randy, who does not say a word. Maybe he's not that stupid, after all.

“Daddy! Where have you been, huh? It’s six in the morning.”

“I’m an adult, Charlotte!”

“So am I!” She stomps.

“You can’t marry that guy.”

“‘That guy?’ What’s wrong with Randy?”

I take a breath and try to reason with her. “Listen, honey, you’re eighteen. You have your whole life ahead of you. I don’t want you to make a mistake you’ll regret.”

“Like you did, marrying Mom?” She squares her shoulders.

“Well, yes. Just like that. Your mother and I—”

“So, I’m a mistake?” She has tears in her eyes, and if there’s one thing I can’t handle it’s tears. But I hold strong.

“I didn’t say that. I’m saying—”

“I can’t believe I thought you’d be happy for me. Just because you have a miserable life doesn’t mean I’ll have one too.”

“I’m not miserable.”

“Really?” she snorts. “You’re always in a bad mood, Dad.”

“What’d your mom say?”

“I wanted to tell you first.”

“No, you thought you’d get me on your side so that when you told your mother, I’d help you.”

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