My girl is a little skittish, probably because of Lyra’s biological father who she hasn’t told me about just yet. Again, I could look it up, but I won’t break her trust. I’m starting to see that she trusts me, especially after she got on the back of my bike and has done it several times since then. She just needs a little more time to open up, to tell me her story, and to lean on me.
Years spent denying I wanted a woman in my life, then my son pushes us together and I know how lucky I am to have her and I won’t ruin that, I fucking refuse.
Eyeing my forearm as I turn the ignition, Holly’s name, inked largely down it that Trigger did for me this morning, I grin as I pull out of my parking space.
Let’s hope she doesn’t freak when she sees it, or Lyra’s name below Caleb's on my shoulder blade.
Like I said, they are fucking mine.
***
“It’s been a while since we’ve seen you here, Dirty,” a woman to my right husks half an hour later as I stand in front of the large metal gates, but I don’t look her way, already aware she’s most likely unbuttoned her top a little.
And this is why I fucking hate anything that has to do with the school, and I get my dad to come.
The women, most of them stay-at-home moms with busy or cheating husbands, seem to think it’s fine to hit on you while waiting for your kids or at school events. If it’s not the mothers, it’s the teachers like Sandra Jones. I have always stayed professional with her but it never stopped her trying to hit on me which is why I allowed Caleb to go into Hol’s class to begin with.
The woman, who is married to an amazing fucking man that would run into a house fire for her – something he did do after she left her curling iron on and was trapped in the bathroom – had tried to bring her husband’s car into the garage in a nightgown three weeks ago and yeah, I said nightgown. That’s exactly what it was. It was black, see-through shit, and her nipples were on show. Tank turned her away and told her to get Tuck to bring the BMW in all while her eyes stayed on me.
Tuck brought it back in three days later, and was shocked by what we had shown him on the CCTV after Sandra tried lying to him about nothing being wrong with his car.
He’s apparently been staying in a motel since and I feel fucking bad for the man.
“Yep,” is all I reply to the woman as I eye the double doors behind the school gates, my body on tenterhooks to catch sight of my woman and kids, hoping this woman will take the hint and fuck off at my curt reply, but I’m not that lucky.
The woman steps closer, and I tense.
Shit like this pisses me off and makes me jittery. The last thing I need is my girl thinking I’m flirting with her students' mothers, especially when her married fucking colleague has already made it clear she wants me.
“Caleb will be very happy,” the woman continues, and I nod again but don’t answer her, needing her to take the fucking hint.
I’m already banking on my son being happy, and I know this will make his day, just like I know Lyra will run right towards me, and Holly will be in awe.
Did I mention I’m still using my kids to win her over?
My anger grows feeling a nail on my forearm as the woman husks, “You know, Sadie said she misses her play dates since Ace hasn’t managed to bring Caleb around.”
Ah shit.
I silently groan, realizing who the woman is, before stepping to the side, ensuring Sue’s hand drops as I look her way and her brown eyes narrow slightly.
“Caleb is busy with Lyra,” I state politely, not wanting to cause a scene knowing full well that it doesn’t matter where we are, she will when pissed.
This woman lied last year, telling my blood brother that her daughter and my son were best friends. He took Caleb to her home several times, and even slept with her after she claimed she was divorced, only for Caleb to reveal the truth.
Sue bribed him with money if he brought a brother to her house, hoping it would be me and my boy thought I was desperate for cash since I was always working at the garage at the time which was only because Tank was put on extra shifts at the hospital.
One afternoon, Ace asked if he was ready for Sadie’s and said he’d wait in the car since he’d discovered she was married. Caleb cried that he didn’t like Sadie, that she forced him to wear makeup and be her doll, and that he didn’t want the money anymore as he pulled out hundreds of bills, which I told him to keep when I realized the situation.
“Don’t you think they need to have some separation? They are always together, it cannot be healthy. He needs to see his other friends,” Sue tries, and I grit my teeth just as the school doors open.
Not needing Hol to get the wrong idea, I look at Sue and state, “Lyra is his sister, that is what he calls her, so no, I don’t thinkthey need separating, and no offense, but I don’t fuck married women.”
Her eyes widen in shock before she clears her throat and husks, “I’m not married anymore, Joe left me,” as she shows me her left hand but I snort.
Her ring is on her middle finger.
Crazy fucking patch chaser.
