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“Button up your shirt. We’re going to Penny’s house for dinner.”
What?“What about our…err… what you promised me in the boat?”
“I didn’t promise you anything, you little slut,” Frank says, turning away.
Tears of shame run down my cheeks. “Do I have to go?” I mumble.
“No, you don’t have to,” he says without turning to look at me. “You’d probably rather strip for your friend over the phone.”
“I was not stripping, and I was wearing Nippies,” I mumble, as if it would make any difference.
Chapter 9
Frank
I wait for Megan downstairs, giving her time to dress and to change her mind. Going to Penny’s house for dinner is the only way I can keep my hands off my best friend’s daughter. Even after I down a glass of ice water, I still can’t stifle the anger and the jealousy that are gnawing at my insides.
Megan doesn’t take long to join me at the living room. I don’t look at her, but from the corner of my eye I see she’s glancing at me like a guilty child. She’s still sniffling. Her repentance seems sincere, and I’m melting a bit. But I remind myself not to be fooled. She isn’t as innocent as she looks.
I close the door behind us and head for Penny’s unit, Megan trailing behind me.
“Hi Penny,” I say with a forced smile when my neighbor opens her door. “I thought we should make things easier, so here we are for dinner.”
Penny blinks for a moment, but soon grins. “Oh, that’s wonderful! Please come on in.”
“Hello Megan, how was your day?”
“Oh it was fantastic, thanks.” Megan says in a small voice, glancing at me again. “Frank took me to a boat ride and I loved it.”
You sure did.I stifle a chuckle despite my anger. I can’t stop myself from glancing back at her and she licks her lips as she meets my eyes.
Shit. The little beaver.
The food arrives soon, and we sit down at the dinner table. Penny opens a bottle of red wine.
“Would you like some wine too, Megan?” Penny asks.
“Sure,” Megan says.
“No, she isn’t old enough,” I say.
“Oh, there you go again, a stickler,” Penny chides. “We’re on a private property.”
I shake my head. “Give her a Pepsi.”
“I don’t drink soda.” Megan glares at me, and bites her lip.
My dick jots at the gesture. God! She’s so disobedient. I imagine pulling her to my lap and spank her until she begs me to stop.
“I’ll give you some water, then,” Penny says with a giggle, sensing the tension between us.
During the dinner, I focus on the food and my conversation with Penny. I flirt with her a bit when she initiates it, not to get back at Megan, but to get her off my mind.
I don’t even look at Megan. If I do, I won’t be able to stop myself from carrying out the actions on my mind, namely, pull her to my lap, spank her and then fuck her. This little minx. She’s not only driven me insane, but also crushed my heart. I feel like a fool. What makes me think I can have her? She’s playing me. She spots my weakness for her. She knows how much I want her. She enjoys her power over me.
The worse thing is I can’t blame her for being frivolous and naughty. A young and pretty girl has the right to do break a guy’s heart. But why am I so foolish? Hello! I’m thirty-eight years old, not eighteen? What makes me think she’ll choose me over a young lad like Josh?
I can still hear Josh’s jeering tone when he referred me as her “sugar daddy.” Shit. What a slap in the face. What a wakeup call.
