I stop at the door and turn to him. “If you had, there might’ve been a discount being with Angel. You’d still have your wife and kids at home. Hell, you’dhavea home. Working with me wouldn’t have been all that bad, but you’re an idiot.”
This seems to stun him because he has no comeback. Instead, it’s like I can see the lightbulb going off in his mind.
“Tell me, what have you gotten from the Venom besides money in your account? Can that money buy back everything you’ve lost?”
“Fuck—”
“Two minutes, and then I’m calling your boss directly.”
Chapter Fifteen
Zeppelin
Lying on Misty’s couch, I sit in the dark and play on my phone. It’s been almost two hours of doing nothing to avoid waking her.
Bernie went to bed right on time. She was the one who told me it was time to brush her teeth and say her prayers. I offered to let her stay up past her bedtime, but she refused.
Yep, she’s the poster child for encouraging procreation. If they were all as good as Bernie, we’d be overpopulated for sure. Unfortunately, the world is filling up with more kids like I was, and it’s turning people off of the idea.
As much as I want to snoop around her place, I don’t. The last thing I want to do is alienate Misty by slipping up that I found her sex toy collection. Even if I am dying to know what she uses. Girly colors? Multiple vibration settings? Huge dildo that sticks to the shower wall?
I still can’t fathom a woman like her only fucking for a week. She has to find another way to get off that doesn’t involve a man. There’s no way she’s a manual stimulation only type of gal.
To be honest, I’m bored. I didn’t mind watching Bernie. She didn’t fight when I told her it was time to say goodnight to thecats and head home to eat. She followed her mother’s schedule without complaint. Sat quietly through the movie she picked out with the exception of giggles, and I honestly can’t figure out how her father misses out on this.
I don’t know the whole story about this Ben guy, but I plan to find out more about him. There’s no way he’s met Bernie. If he had, he’d be here. Every fucking day.
My phone shows 9:14 when Misty walks through the front door and all but slams it behind her. She looks grumpy, and I can’t help but smirk. This isn’t the face of a woman who got off.
“Date didn’t go well?’
She jumps and turns to me on the couch, her hand on her chest as she holds back her scream. “Jesus, I forgot you were here. Why are you sitting in the dark?”
“I like the dark,” I say with a chuckle. “Do you make it a point to leave Bernie here alone when you go out with your man of the week?”
I know the truth. Misty doesn’t do this with Bernie home. And I’ve been oddly proud all night that Misty trusts me enough to watch her daughter.
“No, I just… No, the date did not go well.”
“Didn’t find the… fun time you were looking for?”
Groaning, she walks into the kitchen. “I wasted a wax on this guy. It was very… unsatisfying. Once a year. That’s all I ask. I spend the week giving into my desires, and I wasted tonight onhim.”
Rob picked her up right at seven, and I knew immediately he wasn’t going to give her what she needs. Assuming he’s even perceptive enough to pick up on her hints, he seems like a three-pump chump.
“He wasn’t interested? Or it was bad?” I ask, following her into the kitchen where the only light comes from underneath the microwave.
If I’d been the one to take her out, I’d have ripped my jeans off like a fucking Chippendale dancer as soon as she gave me the slightest indication she wanted to fuck. Hell, I want to do just that right now.
“He was a little too interested.”
“What does that mean?” I ask and hold back my chuckle.
The light makes her look even sexier than she did when she left tonight, and I can’t help it. I’m jealous. She dressed up like this for a man who was never going to give her what she needed when I’m right across the street.
“Thirty seconds.”
“Thirty seconds?”
