Page 94 of The Devil

“That is totally up to my new wife,” Lucius smiles at me, “I’m happy with whatever she wants to do.”

“Hmmm…well, I guess I’m happy with my life as it is at the moment,” I say to him with a smile, which he mirrors. “We’ve only just found each other so bringing someone else into the mix is just a whole something else to tip the scales. But who knows?”

Right now, I don’t need to have my whole life planned out for me like it once was. As long as I have Lucius and Jess, I’ll always be happy.

Epilogue

Five years married

Lucius

“Jess?” I murmur over my newspaper. The girl is wearing a belt with a vest top and a pair of health hazards, or as she tries to convince me, shoes.

“Yes, Daddy?” she says with a batter of her eyelashes. ‘Daddy’ is a new one she tries to use when she knows I’m going to shit all over her plans to look like an easy date. I’m not sure what she’s trying to achieve because calling me that immediately raises my suspicions.

“Turn around, change, and try again,” I say without even looking up from my paper.

She stamps her foot, turns around, and wanders upstairs, all the while muttering obscenities under her breath. Helena walks in moments after, carrying her photography gear and a water bottle. She’s huffing and puffing while trying to balance everything inside of her arms.

“You two arguing over her wardrobe again?” she asks as she heaves everything onto the kitchen table.

“Mmhmm,” I reply, looking up at her for the first time. I smile seductively her way as she begins sorting through all her equipment. “I can’t understand why she doesn’t take a leaf out of her mother’s book. I mean, look at you.” I stand to slowly walk up to her before grabbing hold of her waist. “An old pair of jeans, a tank top, sneakers, and…” I pause to pick a leaf out of her hair. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Engagement photo set in the place they first met,” she giggles. “So, basically, you’re saying I look like a scruff?”

“A very sexy scruff!” I kiss her while wrapping my hands around her back, moving one down to squeeze her ass so she releases a pitched gasp. “When you have it, you don’t need to flaunt it for everyone to see.” I squeeze her again and she releases a moan from the back of her throat. My cock responds instantly, agreeing with me when I decide I need her here and now.

“Eww, gross!” Our daughter winces from behind us. “You guys are such hypocrites, moaning about my attire when you are dry-humping in the kitchen for everyone to see.”

“I know, it sucks, doesn’t it?” Helena teases.

I look Jess up and down and decide her change of outfit is more appropriate for daytime wear. A good thing too seeing as someone has just knocked on the front door.

“Is this the ‘hot’ date you were telling me about?” Helena asks nonchalantly.

Jess instantly looks at me as though anticipating my next move. A silent communication passes between us before she bolts for the door. Unfortunately, my massive frame blocks her at every turn, and when I reach for the handle to open the door, I find a tall, blond guy wearing a football sports jacket. The smile is wiped from his face when he sees me staring down at him, making me grin on the inside.

“Er…erm… hi, Mr Hastings,” he flusters as he offers me his hand to shake, which I ignore for a moment before finally accepting it. Still wearing a frown, I retrieve my hand and look at him as if demanding him to give me more information. “I’m Mark, I’m here to pick up Jess…if that’s ok with you, Sir?”

“Oh, come on, Mark, don’t mind him,” Jess grumbles at the same time as she barges past me. “We’ll be back by curfew!”

“Wait!” I snap so loudly, they freeze and about turn. For a minute, I think Mark is going to piss his pants. “There will be no funny business, no tardiness, and definitely no third-base action.”

I then slowly walk over to them, keeping my eyes focused on Mark’s terrified ones.

“I’ve made people disappear; understand?”

He shakes his head, then nods, not knowing which answer to give before tripping over himself to get away. I smile rather wickedly at Jess at the same time as she scowls in my direction. She points at me with clenched teeth and narrowed eyes while I throw my hands up in surrender and silently laugh at her.

Before she can get away, I crook my finger at my beautiful daughter. Being a good girl, at the end of the day, she comes to me, and we throw our arms around one another. It’s a tender moment that makes up for all the years of not seeing her grow up.

“No drinking games,” I whisper into her ear, “it’s how I got your mom pregnant.”

It’s not strictly true but I’ve made my point.

“Eww,” she groans as she pulls back. “See you later, Dad.”

A peck on the cheek and a waggle of her fingers later, she goes off to the movies with Mark, who is still trying to stop himself from soiling his pants.

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