Page 15 of Watcher

I’m not sure which asshole she is referring to, but I zip my jeans and run from the room, trying to catch her. I see her step onto the elevator, and she turns to see me coming. She flips the bird as the doors close.

“Fuck!”

“Let her go,” Megan says. “She’s young enough to be your kid.”

“And I’m old enough not to act like one.” I take the stairs to the left, reeling not just from seeing Jessica but me calling myself a kid. What the fuck?

I get to the bottom of the stairs as the elevator doors are closing, and Jessica is gone.

Security tries to give me my gun, but I run past them and out to the parking lot, where I do find Jessica. She has a knife in her hand, and my bike has two flat tires.

“What the fuck did you do that for?”

“Seriously?” She stabs the leather seat and cuts.

I approach the bike, and she points the knife at me. Security comes out, but they have their arms crossed and smiles on their faces.

“She said your father didn’t care!”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You believed that little whore?” She throws the knife at me, and the handle glances off my forearm. “I came down here to say I’m sorry for being a brat and to thank you for saving my life multiple times. And I walk in on you eating my stepmother’s pussy!”

“It’s not what it looked like.” That sounded fucking dumb as shit.

“Unbelievable. You weren’t fucking eating a chilidog!”

Big Kentucky rides up and parks next to my bike. He looks at the pissed-off Jessica and then my tires. When he looks over my shoulder, I turn and find Megan watching us, her arms crossed under her ample tits.

Jessica flips Megan the bird and stomps away. She climbs into her car and peels away, leaving behind skid marks and black smoke.

“I need your bike, Kentucky.”

“You need a therapist.”

“Come on, man. I need to go after her.”

Kentucky throws up his hands and climbs off his bike. “Beast is going to be all up our asses because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”

“It wasn’t my dick, it was my tongue.” I climb on his bike and get the fuck out of the parking lot, chasing after Jessica, who has not let up on the gas.

Sometimes you just have to admit to being a fuck up. That’s me. Plain and simple. But for fuck’s sake, I had no idea she would ever consider apologizing.

I follow Jessica down a two-lane road, and she pulls over in front of an abandoned warehouse. She gets out and doesn’t wait for me to climb off the bike.

“You motherfucker.” She pokes me in the chest. “Did you fuck her? Did you?”

“No. No. Just ate her pussy.”

Jessica grits her teeth and screams. “Of all the whores you could have fucked in Memphis, you just had to go after that one!”

“Look.” I grab her arms, and she jerks away. When I climb off the bike, she starts back to her Maserati. “Jessica, wait.”

She stops and turns with her hand on the car door. “What!”

I have no idea what to say. I’d done a lot of fucked up things in life, but that was the first time a stepdaughter caught me with my tongue up her stepmother’s slit. “Have dinner with me.” The fuck did I just ask?

“Come again.” She puts a hand on her hip and releases the car door. “You expect me to have dinner with you. You’re old enough to be my daddy.”

“I saved your life. It’s the least you can do.”

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