Page 4 of Daddy Vibes (The Anti-Bachelorette 2)

I roll my eyes. “You never told me he was going to reject me. You just didn’t want me to get with him. You were actually being a little brat trying to keep daddy all to yourself.”

Emory throws her head back laughing. “That’s disgusting. I’m going to go grab your bag before you end up wearing my dad’s underwear for the rest of the day.”

I just grin. “Hurry up. I don’t want to be here when he gets back. That’s taking the walk of shame to a new level that I do not want to reach.”

Emory turns to leave. “Don’t worry. I plan on giving him a stern talking to as soon as he gets back. Dad or not. You don’t mess with my friend like that!”

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Eric

I heard Angela wake up this morning when I heard her walking around in my room.. Then I heard her turn on my shower. I was literally sitting in the room next door going crazy thinking about her naked in my own shower, so I quickly grabbed my running shoes and some clothes out of my room while she was still in there.

I may or may not have paused outside the bathroom just listening to her hum while she washed herself. The sound was intoxicating while I imagined her running her soapy hands all over her wet body.

I had to snap out of it, so I quickly ran out of there and headed down to the park by my house to go for a run. I needed to get some of this pent up energy out before I did something I’d regret.

The run isn’t helping though. The whole time all I can think about was the way she felt in my arms last night. Why did I push her away? What is wrong with me?

I take one more lap around the park until I get to the point where my legs are about to give out. I don’t usually run on Saturdays. If I do, it’s just more of a casual jog. I try to take weekends off. I am just stalling now. I don’t want to head back to the house yet because then I’ll have to talk to her. Try to explain myself when I don’t even understand it myself.

She acted like she didn’t care either way last night, but I could see just a hint of hurt on her face. The fact that I was the cause of it is absolutely killing me. I’m hoping it was just because she really was drunk last night, but I don’t think that’s the case. I was leading her on. I know that. I’m such an ass. It was too hard not to though. It’s not like I meant to, but when I’m with her, it just happens so naturally.

I blow out a breath and start walking back toward the house when my cell phone rings. I see it’s Alaric calling. “Hello?”

“Why is Emory blowing up my phone with messages about how you ditched Angela last night?”

I cringe. “Can we talk about this later?”

I hear him groan. “For fuck’s sake, Eric. What the hell happened?”

I blow out another breath. “Nothing happened.”

He groans again. “Yeah, that’s my point.” He sighs. “I’m on my way home now. We’ll talk then.”

He hangs up without saying goodbye in true Alaric fashion.

I walk up to the house and see Angela’s car is gone. Shit. Now I feel even worse. I should have at least talked to her this morning. Maybe she didn’t want to talk though and that’s why she left. Although, I never told her I was leaving or how long I’d be gone. She couldn’t have known when I’d be back. Fuck.

I walk into the house and luckily Emory isn’t here. I know she’s going to give me an earful when I see her next. I head up to my room and take a shower. I scrub my skin extra hard, trying to wash away all the guilt I feel. The whole time I was showing I just imagined what Angela looked like in here. How I should have been in here with her this morning.

I head back downstairswhen I’m done and see Alaric sitting on the couch glaring at me. He raises an eyebrow at me. “Spill.”

I sigh and head into the kitchen to pour myself a coffee. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

He just glares harder. “Bullshit! You’ve been flirting with the girl for weeks. Then you finally have her and push her away. What the hell?”

I take a sip of my coffee and shrug. “Flirting and actually sleeping with someone are different things Alaric.”

He raises his eyebrows and grins at me. “Ahhh...so you got too nervous huh?”

Now it’s my turn to glare back at him. “No.”

He just laughs. “Then what gives?”

I just shrug again. “She’s too young for me. Not to mention she’s Emory’s friend. I’ve known her since she was 15. It was just too weird.”

Alaric grins at me again. “So you’re saying you’re not attracted to her?”

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