Page 137 of Captivated By Danger

“What? Nah. None of that.”

“Yeah but look at you smiling though. She is very beautiful.”

“I know.”

“And is she into…”

I nodded my head.

“Oh yeah, the way you’re slow talking about her, you definitely feeling her. That’s fine. I can take a hint. You don’t want to talk about her with me. Look at my oldest son, blushing about a woman. I’ve never seen this.”

“Dad, chill, man.”

“Alright, I’ll chill. Since I ruined your lunch with your woman, you can take me. I need to catch up on my son’s life since I’ve barely talked to him in weeks.”

“Alright, Pops.”

* * *

Walking in the living room,I saw the top of Grey’s foot shaking while she laid on the couch.

“What’s up, Grey?” I spoke. “You already ate?”

She didn’t respond, but I heard her humming.

“I know you ain’t…” I walked over and leaned over the couch to see that she had her earbuds in.

“Hey, Daddy. You’re home.”

I’d never get over hearing her call me that. Leaning down, I kissed her forehead, and she smiled. I’d never done that before. It almost felt normal. When I sat across from her, I got a full view of her fat pussy sitting up in her shorts. I’ve had my head in between those legs every other night since we’ve slept in the same bed together. Shit, she’s barely left my bed since then. The next night, we had dinner together again, and we stayed up nearly half the night watching movies. I couldn’t bring myself to ask her to sleep with me again, so I let her suggest it, knowing that I would agree. When she noticed me looking at her pussy, she put her leg down.

“I was asking you if you ate already, but what are you reading?”

“Some peer-reviewed article regarding child psychology. I haven’t eaten yet. I was waiting on you to get home. You ready to eat?”

I nodded my head seductively, looking between her legs again.

“I’m not about to play with you, Diesel Danger.”

She put her paper down and got up from the couch.

“So, how was work?”

“Interesting to say the very least.”

The chef had an emergency, so she left our food in the warmer. I pulled my jacket off and sat down, pulling at my tie. Grey was getting our food.

“My mother sent my father separation papers in the mail,” I said as she sat my plate in front of me.

“Whattt. Good for her.”

Offended, I replied, “What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m sure that was the hardest decision that she’s ever had to make for herself, so good for her for finally pulling the trigger. I know it hurts. You don’t look happy? Why?”

“I mean…”

She walked back into the kitchen and grabbed some glasses.

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