Page 24 of Dating the DILF
“Hmm, well, I mean, that’s easy to say. Are we just supposed to trust you?”
“Honestly, I don’t really care if you trust me.” I shrug apologetically. “I care if Charlie trusts me, and I’m under no illusion that’s going to happen just because I tell her she can. But Iwillprove it to her.”
Charlie’s wide eyes are bouncing between the two of us while Gray watches with an amused smile.
Adelaide pops a piece of popcorn in her mouth and chews slowly, staring at me contemplatively. “Fine, you have my approval.” She nods decisively and turns to Charlie. “I know I said you should google him, but don’t, okay?”
“Oh God, yeah, for the love of Christ, do not google him.”
“Do not google me, it will only end in tears. Mine.”
Gray and I quickly jump in, talking over each other the moment Adelaide mentions google.
Charlie looks uncertain and I hate that she feels that way about me. For the millionth time, I wish I could turn back time and erase that stupid show from my history.
“Okay, I won’t,” she agrees and although she doesn’t look completely convinced, I’m grateful she is prepared to take a chance on me.
I check my watch and see that it’s only seven-thirty, so I suggest another movie. “I’ll even let you choose.” I nod toward the girls.
“Just one more thing,” Adelaide says, looking at Charlie pointedly. “Charlie has a cocktail party on the fourteenth and she needs a date. Are you available?”
“I most definitely am.”
“Excellent. Pick her up at seven. She’ll text you her address.”
“Are you two done planning out my personal life?” Charlie asks in exasperation and Adelaide and I grin at each other.
“Yep,” we both agree.
“Right, I’m so glad you guys have sorted that out, now, Charlie, I have an important question and I need an answer because it’s been bothering me ever since Miles told me about it.” We all look at Gray, the girls with curiosity and me with dread. He smirks back at us.
“Really, how is your pussy?”
Izip up my makeup bag and give myself a final once-over in the bathroom mirror, once again cursing the terrible bathroom lighting. I really should do something about that.
My heart is hammering nervously, and I check my phone for the time. Ten minutes until Miles arrives.
The last few weeks have been wonderful. While we haven’t had a lot of opportunities to see each other, we have spoken or messaged daily and I have a feeling we are beyond the point of no return. Meeting Lulu so early was a shock, and if I think about that night, I can still feel the terror that overwhelmed me when I first laid eyes on her. I’m not sure how normal it is to be so scared of a toddler, but that two-foot-tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed angel was pretty much my worst nightmare.
Miles has also since admitted that he was nervous, which doesn’t surprise me. There’s no denying that if Lulu hated me, which I had fully expected, whatever this is between us would have been over.
Thankfully, that wasn’t the case and I’m pretty sure I sealed the deal when I heard her whisper a quietsit, which I have no doubt was meant to beshit, when she spilled her water on the sofa. Keeping my mouth shut probably wasn’t my finest adulting moment, but a prospective girlfriend has to do what a prospective girlfriend has to do.
Once I have tidied up the bathroom, I pull my phone out, fully intending to check the time again, but instead I pull up my texts and find my thread with Miles.
Reading back over our messages evokes a swirl of emotions within me. There are the usual nerves I feel when getting to know someone new, alongside the fear I associate with opening myself up to someone. The anxiety that worms its way into my brain, reminding me that one day, whether it be a week from now, or a year, he will walk away. Because I am a ruiner and I destroy everything I love.
But lately, there has been something else. Something that has been driving me through the apprehension and coaxing me through my misgivings.
Hope for a future I never thought I was built for.
I let my eyes linger on the messages I received earlier this afternoon and my pulse picks up, thrumming loudly in my ears.
Miles: Dad is taking Lulu for the night, so I have no curfew.
Miles: Did you hear that? It was my freedom war cry lol
I never replied. I wasn’t able to think of anything that would be sufficiently flirty, so I went with silence. You can’t go wrong with silence, right?
