Page 57 of Sin Wagon
“Yes, we kissed and made up. You can get all the juicy details later. Right now I’m hungry, so can we please eat?” Delilah sits down in a chair next to Derek and looks at my mom.
“Yes, honey. We can eat.” She chuckles, gets up from the table, and heads into the next room, which looks like the kitchen.
“Delilah, I saw your portfolio and I have to say I am quite impressed.” Dad’s words pull my attention away from Delilah for a moment. I watch him lean forward, genuine interest lighting up his face. His approval means something. He takes his business seriously, so if she caught his attention, then she’s fucking good at her job.
“Thank you. It’s my passion and I truly love it, so each project feels like a piece of me is in it.” Delilah’s eyes sparkle, and I can see how much his words mean to her. It’s not just a job; it’s her heart laid bare.
“I’d be honored if you would lead the team on the streaming service ads. We’ve always been on cable commercials or the radio. But times are changing and more people are streaming their music and shows. I want to tap into that before it’s too late.” His words are filled with authority, but I can see a hint of excitement in his eyes. The shift in strategy is crucial, and he sees Delilah as the key.
“Yeah, I can do that. While I’ve not designed something strictly for streaming, I can pull some comps and see what’s working or not. Come up with a strategy that is cost effective but also is predicted to boost revenue. If you want, I can stay aboard as it launches to make sure it’s done correctly.” Her tone is firm, professional, and it stirs something deep inside me.
Listening to her talk so passionately about her work is a huge turn-on. She’s not even trying to be sexy, but the way she articulates her thoughts, dropping terms likerevenueandcomps, has my cock twitching in response. It’s cliché, I know, but in this moment, I realize I’ve never met anyone whocombines intelligence and drive with such effortless beauty. My little doe is the complete package, and I’m not letting her slip from my grasp again.
Now that she’s close, she can count on me being up her ass. We have so much to do for the baby and things we need to decide. She wanted all in and that’s what I plan to deliver.
There’s no room for hesitation; I need to show her that I didn’t spin her a pretty story. I’m truly all in, ready to tackle whatever comes our way.
Mom returns with a huge pan of roasted chicken and veggies. The aroma of cooked meat and spices has my mouth watering. Delilah’s stomach growls loudly, and her cheeks pinken with embarrassment.
I grab her plate, serving her first, wanting to make sure she’s taken care of.
Derek finally speaks. He’s been just taking everything in until now. “Not trying to be the dick of the table, but Jonas, how are things looking like for you with the case?”
“Not good,” Jonas replies, his voice heavy with worry. “We need someone to come forward and admit to tampering with the hotel security footage or to give me an airtight alibi.”
I glance at Jonas, feeling a knot of concern tighten in my chest.
Delilah’s soft voice breaks the silence. “I’m so sorry, Jonas,” she says, stuffing her mouth with a roasted potato, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
“It’s not your fault. No matter the outcome, I’m glad I know about you. Proud to call you mine,” Jonas says, his voice steady but warm. “And while I already apologized, I will do so again. I reacted poorly in Florida, totally out of character. Wells is my brother, and I love him dearly. Minus the uncle thing, I couldn’t ask for a better father for my grandchild or partner for my daughter.”
I feel a surge of gratitude and relief. Hearing Jonas say that means more than he knows. Delilah smiles at him, her eyes sparkling.
“Thank you. Also, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to stick with calling you Jonas. I just feel like I’m too old for Dad now. Maybe it will change, but with the baby coming, I don’t want to confuse him or her either. So I was thinking Jonas for me and Grandpa for Little Boba? Unless you prefer Uncle?”
“You can call me whatever you want, Delilah. I’m just happy to be in your life now. The baby... I don’t know. This would be my first time being an uncle and grandpa. So let’s just play it by ear and see what feels right naturally... in the moment.”
“Okay.” She smiles, taking another bite.
“So,” she draws out, smoothly changing the subject, “I will start working on designs immediately and send them to you, Roy. Then we can discuss a time to present and get your marketing department on board. Does that work? I’d like to do it from home for now if that’s okay since we just got in, and I have a lot to do before I give birth.”
Dad nods, clearly impressed. “Absolutely. The baby is the first priority. You just send the drafts over when you’re ready, and we’ll schedule a time for you to come in and present.”
“Enough business talk, you two. Let’s plan Thanksgiving. It’s our first holiday with our granddaughter and Derek, and it’s only two weeks away,” my mom says, clapping her hands together—her excitement contagious.
“I’ve never had a family Thanksgiving,” Delilah says, like it’s no big deal, but the corners of her eyes tilt downward.
“Drew and your mom never did anything?” I ask, curious about the life she had before.
“No. Drew always worked because Black Wednesday and Friday are big drinking days, and it was important to count his income or some shit. And Claudia would order salads from somerestaurant, stating that‘just because it’s a holiday is no reason to overindulge. A lady should always be thin and beautiful, and stuffing yourself with carbs is unbefitting of a lady’.”
“She’s a monster,” I say, smirking, but inside, a wave of protectiveness for Delilah rises within me.
“Well then, it’s settled. You’ll come to our house on Thanksgiving, say two PM. I’ll take care of everything. You just bring yourself, wear comfy clothes, and be ready to stuff yourselves,” my mom says, her tone leaving no room for argument.
“Sounds amazing. I’m in,” Delilah says, her lips curving upward naturally.
“I’ll pick you up. We’ll go together. Derek, you too. I’ll take you both,” I tell her, wanting to make sure she feels included and cared for.
