Page 84 of Twist Me

“Why don’t we all go to dinner? Masters, it’s on me! Bring your lady, of course.”

I opened my mouth to decline politely, my heartbeat thrumming with the pulsing of my cock, just waiting to drive into that sweet honey.

“We’d be honored, Bernard. Thank you so much.”

My mouth hung open in my shock as the fucking tease continued on about how gracious she was, and I walked out of my hold to gossip with the old bag.

“Are you coming, Goliath?” she asked sweetly, trying to cover her laughter. I glared over her shoulder as they exited the office in their winter coats.

“Apparently not.”

Trying to collect my composure, I gritted my teeth and plastered on a smile.

ONE WEEK LATER

Ezello:

“Papi! I am so happy to see you!” Hugging my dad after all the time passed felt like a dream.The familiar motor oil and old tire smell had the tears already streaming down my cheeks.

“Oh, Mijah. It is so good to see you too. You work too long, child. You work too hard.”

I smiled through my tears, and I squeezed him harder. “Says the man who hasn’t stopped fixing old beaters since the seventies.”

He blushed, and his wise smile made me bawl harder.

“Those ‘beaters’ are beautiful specimens, okay? They go long and fast, unlike these new computer cars. Unnatural….”I laughed at my dad going off on his hundredth tangent for the generational upgrades on motor vehicles.

Goliath awkwardly took up my father’s entire doorframe, crooking his neck to adjust to the small garage.

“Papi, I uh…I brought you something.” My father was still ranting when I dragged Goliath over to him. My father was probably times smaller than him, but the way he eyed him down made Goliath look smaller than a child.

“Hello, sir. Nice to meet ya.”

I chewed my lip as my father looked at the hand offered to him, his eyes critical.

“Who is this, Hija?” he said without looking away from that hand.

“My name is Goliath, sir. I met your daughter at her last job.”

I had to give Goliath props for standing his ground. My father was like a spicy Latino who thought he was a giant green superhero.

“Goliath? Like the giant?” He studied his full height, and under the scrutiny of my father, Goliath only seemed to shrink, making himself smaller so he could allow the full assessment.

“I do see the giant. Si, Si,” my father said.

Goliath laughed. “Ezello is a stubborn stone who brought down the giant, sir. She was my undoing from the beginning.”

My father became quiet. Holding my breath, I looked around and waited to see what was going to happen.His aged face cracked into a smile, and he started belly laughing.I was stunned.

“Ah, Ezello has always been fuego. Just like her mama. She has always been the light in the darkness in my life.”

Goliath smiled and agreed, “She has certainly brought the light into my life, sir.”

My father clapped him on the hip for being unable to reach anything else and yanked his shirt to his level while he walked to the house.

Watching the two men I loved most in the world laughing and smiling, at my expense or not, was what I had always wanted and never knew I needed.

“The stone that defeated the giant,” I repeated to myself quietly.

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