Page 31 of Snowed In with My Best Friend's Dad

“How about Miranda? You didn’t bug her, did you?”

“No,” I said through gritted teeth. The last thing I wanted, though, was to talk about Miranda with Lindsay. What if I said something or had a tone that hinted at the dirty things I’d done with her? “She's on her way home. I’m going to pack up and head out as well.”

“Okay. We can connect later.”

“How about New Year’s?” I suggested.

“Oh, I’d love to, but I have plans. Now that I’m twenty-one, I want to go to a big New Year’s party.”

I had no illusions about Lindsay never partying until now, but I didn’t press her on it. “Another time, then.”

“Drive carefully, Dad. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Once I was off the phone, I grabbed the boxes and pulled down all the Christmas items, packing everything up for next year. Once everything was cleaned up, I texted the guy I'd hired to care for the cabin while I was gone to let him know I was leaving. I tossed my bag into my SUV and made my way out, heading back to Boston. I hoped to hell that somewhere between here and home, I would fully eradicate Miranda from my psyche.

Two hours later, I arrived home at my brownstone along the Charles River. I pulled into the basement garage and made my way upstairs. I tossed my bag into my room and then went to the kitchen to make something to eat. I took my sandwich and beer to the living room, eating as I caught up on sports on TV. When I finished, I decided to call Duncan.

"Are you snowed in?" Duncan asked when he picked up the line.

"Not anymore. I'm back in Boston." I leaned back in my recliner and sipped my beer.

"I thought you and Lindsay were going to spend the week there."

"Something came up and Lindsay couldn't make it, so I came home today.” There was no reason to mention that Miranda was there. “Now that I’m home, I thought I'd check in with you to see if there was anything I needed to deal with."

"It's a good thing that I like you, Brett, otherwise I’d take offense at the idea that you don't think I can run the business for a few days."

I laughed. "It's the reverse, Duncan. I'm worried you can run it without me and you don't need me around."

"Well, that goes without saying, but since I like having you around, it all works out. But no, there's nothing going on."

"You want to come over for a beer? We can catch up on sports."

"Now you're speaking my love language. Give me about forty-five minutes."

When I hung up with Duncan, I wanted to make sure that I had enough beer in the fridge. Determining that I did, I made my way to my home office, deciding I would check in on my nutrition business. Duncan was, in fact, a good businessman and could absolutely run the gyms without me. This turned out well, allowing me the time I needed to run my other business. I checked my email and scanned a few reports and determined that everything was fine there too.

I returned to the kitchen, scrounged for some cheese and crackers and chips, and waited for Duncan to arrive. Once he showed up, we ate party food and drank beer as we watched television.

“Hey, I meant to mention that I have dates for us on New Year’s. I was thinking we’d take them to The Bluebloods Club. We could get a private room.”

“I don’t need you getting me dates.” I shifted in my seat as a total lack of desire to be with another woman besides Miranda settled through me. I didn’t like that.

“Don’t worry. She’s recently divorced and only wants to have a good time. Plus, she’s got tits the size of cantaloupes, just like you like.”

The memory of my dick sliding through Miranda’s tits flashed in my head. Mother fucker! “I don’t—”

“You don’t have to fuck her. It’s just a night out. And it’s a done deal, Brett. It will be fun.”

“Yeah, whatever.” I got up and went to the kitchen to get another beer. When I returned, there was no more talk about New Year’s or tits, so I was able to relax and enjoy Duncan’s company and TV.

By the time he left several hours later, I was feeling like my equilibrium had returned. I headed to bed thinking that the last few days with Miranda would finally fade and become nothing but a memory. Perhaps every now and then, I’d think of her when I needed to jerk off, but the tether that had latched on to Miranda was finally severed.

Well,mostly because I woke the next morning with a hard-on that I took care of by thinking about Miranda on her knees, sucking my dick. Once I came, I pushed her memory away and dressed, had breakfast, and drove to the offices of my nutrition company.

I strode in an hour earlier than usual, not surprised to find my admin, Connie, already hard at work.

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