Page 10 of The Family Man

I grunt not wanting to communicate with anyone.

“Oh, poor baby.” She gets up and walks around my bedroom naked picking up her discarded underwear and crop top. As she stands in the light at the large bay window, I appreciate the lines of her body. Do I remember fucking her? Nope, it’s like my mind blanked out.

Daire comes out throwing a white Henley t-shirt, a boxer and a pair of khaki Dockers on my bed. Emily doesn’t even care that my brother is here. She continues to slip on her bra and panties.

“Who the hell are you?” he asks in disgust. Daire is the nice brother, so for him to sound upset I know he is pissed at me.

I squint at Emily as she slides her jeans slowly up her ass.

“I am his girlfriend,” she replies with a giggle.

Daire shifts his gaze to me. “She’s kidding right?”

Fuck yes, she is. “Breathe easy. I have no girlfriend.”

“Zac, you told me you wanted me in your life,” she said in her small child-like psycho voice.

“Nope, I didn’t.” I slide the boxers on under the sheet. I know she needs to leave now. My kids are coming today. I sigh and push off the bed to stand.

“You said so in your touch, Zac.” She sniffles.

Daire gazes at her with disbelief. See this was my fault, this is why I don’t fuck with clingy women. Why can’t they leave after sex?

I sigh and grab my t-shirt off the ground, I test my inner Kobe and shoot the t-shirt in the clothes hamper near my closet.

“Are you even listening to me!” she squeals. “You think I fucked you because I want be a fling.”

I don’t answer. Instead, I walk to my closet, pull open a drawer and take out a fresh pair of underwear.

She needs to stop squealing. “I am your girlfriend, Zac. I am—”

I’m getting tired of this conversation, with the combination of alcohol and her ranting, my head hurts.

She’s irritating me. I turn to her. “If I fucked you like I was volunteering to be your man, I apologize. Now however, it’s time for you to go.”

“You are such a fucking pig, Zac.”

She is angry. I don’t look back at her to give an explanation. I walk to the bathroom to take a shower.

She screams, I ignore her. I know Daire will handle it, because that’s what he does. He always handles any family mess.

“One of these days a woman will fuck you over just like you did me!” she screams through my bathroom door.

I chuckle as I enter the shower. The hot water feels so good as it runs back. Leaning my head on the wall, and I exhale. The alcohol is slushing around my stomach.

“God, I will never touch alcohol again,” I mutter to myself.

Two minutes later, I get out of the shower, walking back into my bedroom, which is thankfully now empty. It doesn’t take me long to change my clothes and make my way downstairs.

As I enter the living room, my poor brother is closing the door and leaning on it. He sighs and rubs his forehead.

“She’s gone?” I ask, opening my cupboard searching for my box of coffee pods.

“What the hell, Zac? Your kids will be here soon. If I didn’t come—”

“They would have still been here and met me in a state of undress,” I reply as I snap my coffee maker shut.

“You can be so fucked up some days. I know you’re nervous—”

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