Page 40 of The Family Man

“Hmm?” I guess it’s taking a while for her too.

“That was—”

“Fantastic, I have never done this before, but it was so—” she breaks off.

“Fucking good. I can’t wait to have you, baby,” I confess.

“I can’t wait either. Good night, Zac.” I swivel over and sit up. Yes, she is going to be fucking mine.

I roll out of bed and clean up in the shower. I hear a door closing, maybe one of the kids is up.

As I change my clothes, I tiptoe into the twin’s room.

My heart stops as I see Emily sitting at the side of the bed petting my son’s hair. I should have let Mishka out tonight if she was out Emily wouldn’t be here.

“Emily!” I shout.

My daughter stirs and goes back to sleep. I walk into the room and drag Emily by the arm down to my room.

“What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?” I let her go and push her away.

She smiles prettily and tries to reach for me. “I understand now, Zac.”

What the hell is this bitch talking about? My temper is rising, she’s in my house, touching my children.

“What do you understand?” I have to get her out of here.

She shakes her blonde head. “I understand why you didn’t want a relationship. You thought I wouldn’t accept your children.”

“What?” She is crazy, I didn’t see it before but it’s shining through now.

She laughs. “Zac, I would love to be their mom and have one or two of our own.”

I drag my hand down my face. “Listen to me, we have nothing with each other! We were just a fling—”

“But, Zac! We can be a happy family.” Her bottom lip trembles, like she is about to cry. She sits on the edge of the bed.

“We don’t have anything together Emily. We had sex it was all right, but that’s it.”

“No! We made love, Zac! You made love to me!” She rocks slowly and shakes her shoulders.

I want to bash my head into a wall. “You are good fuck. I give you that. But I have no feelings towards you, nothing. Zip.”

She whines and covers her face with her hands. “How could you say that?”

“Because its fucking true. Now we are never doing this again. How did you get in?” I need to end this now.

“The back door was opened,” she whispers as wipes a tear away from her face.

She’s acting like home invasion is normal.

I need to call ADT this week to install some home security.

“Don’t do this again, Emily. I do carry a gun in this house, you can be shot by mistake.”

She is in full tears. “You won’t shoot me. I thought you loved me.”

“When did I give you that idea? Look fuck it, leave and don’t come back. Because next time you do, I am calling the cops,” My patience is running low with this bullshit.

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