Page 77 of I Won't Be In On Monday

"I get it, Dad. And sure, I'd like to meet her sometime. I want to make sure she's good enough for you."

He chuckles. "Oh, there is my protective daughter. You know what I wish for you?"

"What, Dad?"

"I wish that you find happiness like I've found."

"Yeah. Well, I don't think that's coming anytime soon, but anyway, I'll talk to you later." I hang up the phone and crawl out of bed, then walk over to the mirror and look at my appearance. It's strange because I look exactly the same as I did yesterday morning before my life turned upside down.

“What is going on, Juniper? What am I going to do?" I moan into my hands as I brush my fingers through my hair. Okay. Just take it one moment at a time. Maybe he was so drunk he won't even remember. My phone starts ringing, and I pick it up without looking.

“Hey, Dad, what's going on?"

"This is not your father," a deep voice says, and immediately, I know that it is Remington. Why didn’t I look at the screen? I wouldn't have answered.

"Hello, Remington. How are you this morning?"

"That's exactly why I was calling you," he says. "I just wanted to make sure that..."

"That what?"

"That you're feeling okay this morning."

"I'm feeling absolutely fine, thank you very much."

"Okay, great. I just wanted to make sure there wasn't going to be any awkward conversations on Monday morning."

"Why would there be an awkward conversation on Monday morning?" I say. I'm going to go with ignorance. I'm going to pretend that last night never happened.

"Maybe because my tongue was inside of you last night and you came on my face."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Parker. And actually, I have plans right now, so I'm going to have to go."

"Juniper, we can't pretend this didn't happen, and we can't pretend that we didn't enjoy it. I don't want you to be mad at me because I didn't take your virginity. I'm not some Prince Charming that..."

"And with that, I'm off. Bye." I hang up the phone quickly. I hurry into the shower and turn on the water. This time I put it on cold. I need to wake myself up. I stand in the water, clutching my thighs as I try not to scream. I close my eyes and remember what it felt like to have Remington standing behind me. I can still feel the swell of his cock between my butt cheeks. Fuck, that was hot. I can still feel the tip of him at my opening. If I just moved a little bit to the side, he would've been inside of me, and I would’ve lost my virginity, and that would've been that. I wish I hadn't told him I wanted it to be special. That I wanted it to be perfect because all I really wanted was for it to be him.

"Juniper, you're going crazy. You need to stop thinking about Remington right now," I lecture myself.

I step out of the shower and grab my towel and rub my body dry. My phone rings again, and I'm about to turn it off when I see that it's Lila. "Hey," I say, picking up the phone. "Don't tell me you guys can't make it this morning."

"No, we're definitely making it. In fact, you are in for an amazing treat."

"Oh, boy. What's the treat?"

"Have you ever heard of Giovanni Valentino?"

"I can't say that I have, no. Who is he?"

"He is the number one hairstylist in New York right now."

"Okay, and why are we excited about him?"

"Because he is going to give you a haircut."

"Oh, okay."

"And guess what?"

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