The new deep darkness that had bloomed in me from the very moment I’d learned of Sarah’s deception should have scared me, should have sickened me, but it didn’t. The hellish black hole in my soul was there to stay, rent-free. It was as though my heart lay dead in my chest, unfeeling, but to date that had been preferable to the bitterness of betrayal and shattered love and I’d put up with it.
A dog barked to my left, and I stood and headed in the opposite direction.
Amy.
Soon I was on her tree-lined avenue, the scent of tarmac and pollen hanging in the air. I was stomping with heavy footfalls, my expression one that told people to cross the street to avoid me.
A few did.
I couldn’t help it.
I buzzed her apartment door and waited. Willed the oppressive, brooding weight to lift from my shoulders.
“Hey, you.”
Her sweet voice brought the tiniest smile to my lips. “Gonna let me in?”
“Sure. I’m glad you’re here, come on in.”
My heart did a strange flip, a missed beat then one to catch up. Making me aware of its presence.
Perhaps Amy would be a balm to my fractious nerves and vengeful thoughts.
A defibrillator for my heart.
I could only fucking hope.
The apartment block door clicked open, and I walked into the cool, lemon-scented lobby. Was I on a journey from Hell to hope? Was there light for me through this brackish darkness?
I took two steps and then heard footsteps above me.
There she was, at the top of the flight of stairs and staring straight at me through long, dark lashes. Her brilliant-blue eyes locked on mine.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Her image imprinted on my brain like a branding iron. Never to be forgotten.
I went from soft to a semi in one second flat. The woman had seriously done what I’d instructed. She wanted to play…oh hell yeah, she really wanted to play.
Best news I’d had all fucking day.
Halting, I gripped the handrail and swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry and filled with the sweet, greedy taste of lust.
“Did I get the outfit right, Daddy?”
Fuck, and her calling me that! An instant ready-to-fuck mode hit me.
“Yeah.” I let my gaze trail down her body. “You got it right, baby girl.”
Her hair was in pigtails, high, and hung down past her collarbones, the ends decorated with pink bows that matched her lipstick.
Damn those lips, so fucking kissable.
I licked mine, remembering taking possession of her mouth earlier.
Her white t-shirt was so tight there wasn’t much left to my imagination. Those tits were perfect handfuls, topped with stiff nipples poking at the material. I longed to suck on them. Some kind of pink bear smiled from the center of her t-shirt, a rainbow underneath it. Her pleated black skirt was scandalously short, showing off delicious long legs. And white socks…fuck I went to full hardness…knee-high socks were obviously my thing, who knew? Not me. Now I did.
“I wasn’t sure about the shoes,” she said, looking down at her patent black pumps and tapping the heels together. “For dinner, you know.”
