Page 33 of A Dangerous Game
While they are still sleeping, I jump out of bed and throw on some work out clothes. I like to work out before they wake up so I don’t get interrupted. Once my tennis shoes are laced up, I trot down the stairs and continue that pace while I grab a water from the fridge.
I’m dripping with sweat by the time I step off the ARC machine. It’s this fancy cardio machine that is like a stair stepper and an elliptical all in one. If you haven’t tried one, highly recommend it. Guarantee to kick your ass.
I hear the pitter patter of little feet and know that my adult time has been interrupted. After shutting off the television that I was watching, I grab my phone and the keys to lock up the room. I trust the twins but I get nervous about them being in here without me. There is too many things that could go wrong and could be essentially dangerous.
I lock the door behind me and am met by the twin-nadoes as they come flying at me. “It’s break time! We want sticky buns!” Jayla says as she climbs up me and wraps her arm around my neck.
“You are a sticky bun!” I holler as I detach myself from her grasp. I swear, she’s like an octopus with how many arms I feel grabbing me. “If I make you sticky buns, you are eating fruit for your snacks. Got me?”
I hear a chorus of “ahs” and then I hear: “Fine, Aunt Sin!”
I walk over to the kitchen and start pulling out the stuff to make it. Yeah, I don’t bake homemade stuff so I grab the Pillsbury kind and divide them up. After I throw it in the oven, I hear someone knocking on the door.
While walking to the door, I grab my robe and throw it on. I’m still in my work out clothes and I don’t feel like flashing whomever is there. It’s not as if it’s super risque but, it is kind of. Just clad in a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra, I feel weird answering the door like this.
“All right, little ladies, sit down on the table and grab your work books while your breakfast is cooking.”
“Do we have to?” Jayla asks and pouts.
I nod and point to the books. “Yes, it won’t take you very long so get it done.”
Jenna lets out a huff and grabs her book. “Fine, but after we are watching Frozen!”
One of these days, I’m going to break that damn DVD.
Do you want to build a snowman?
Fuck my life.
There’s the knock again and I shuffle over to open it. I look through the peephole and see a man that is dressed in a delivery outfit. Quickly, I rack my brain to see if I remember ordering something online, but I didn’t. I peek through and say: “Hello?”
“Sinclair Mendoza?” I nod and then he says: “You’ve been served.”
I grab the packet of papers that he is holding over and slam the door in his face. That bitch is suing me for custody! I can’t believe it!
Knowing that I’m supposed to be at work soon, I reach into my pocket and grab my phone. My fingers fly over the buttons at I text Duke. I’m not in the mood to be around anyone, I’m so worried that the bitch is going to take my girls. I can’t live without them. It won’t work for me.
ME: Sorry, have to resched. Emergency.
DUKE: everything all right?
ME: no.
DUKE: what happened?
DUKE: Sinclair?
DUKE: hello?????
I couldn’t even bring myself to type out what happened. I don’t respond and then I hear the buzzer go off for the sticky buns. “Girls, go ahead and stop what you are doing. Come eat with me.”
CALEB
Flicking through the contacts on my phone, I consider calling Pam. She’s a woman I used to date before I got married.
My finger hovers over her name but I can’t bring myself to hit her icon. There is just this awful feeling in my gut. After my wife died, I didn’t even jack off for a year and haven’t had sex in two. I feel as if I’m cheating on her which is fucking stupid.
I pull up the internet and type in one of my favorite porn sites. Out of curiosity, I type in Sinclair Price and my dick jumps to full attention as her picture takes over my phone. She’s in a photo on her website with her hands holding her tits up and a sassy smile on her lips. My dick is begging for a squeeze so I reach into my pants and give it what it wants.
