Page 42 of Dirty Little Secret
No longer stomping, he walked by me.
“Dinner will be in an hour.”
“I don’t want any,” he told me as he kept on walking. “I’m going to take a bath then go to bed. I’m not hungry.”
Stunned, I stood there, just watching him walk away from me. In the space of an hour, he’d found out he would have his mother in his life, and that seemed to mean that he didn’t care about me anymore.
After a long moment of standing there in shock, I started walking to my den. A bottle of Scotch sat on the small bar. Pouring myself a drink, I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened.
Lying back in my recliner, I turned on the heat and massager to try to relax and think rationally about everything that happened that day.
Is he right for being so angry with me? Should I have been more careful about letting him learn who Zandra was?
Should I have, at the very least, let his mother come over for dinner, the way he’d wanted?
Should I have let her stay the night, the way he’d asked?
Closing my eyes, I saw Zandra in my mind. Her long dark tresses, adorned with deep blue streaks, flowed over her naked back as she walked away from me. The two dimples at the tops of both ass cheeks held my attention as I looked down her body.
Then she turned, beckoning me to join her as she wiggled one long, slender finger at me. “I’m not a girl anymore, Kane.”
My cock stiffened. “No, you’re not. And I’m not a teenage boy anymore, Zandra Larkin.”
“I know.” Her red lips parted, showing her pearly white, perfectly straight teeth. “Come show me what you can do to me now that we’re all grown up, Kane Price.”
“Dad?” my son’s voice startled me.
Looking down at my crotch, I found some pretty good wood there, standing at attention. Luckily, he’d come up behind me and couldn’t see that.
Grabbing yesterday’s newspaper off the table next to me, I put it on my lap to make it look like I’d been about to read it. “Yes, son?”
“I want to say that I’m sorry.” He walked around in front of me.
He had no idea how good that made me feel. “Thank you. It takes a strong person to apologize, Fox. I respect you for doing that.”
“Good.” Getting down on his knees in front of my chair, it looked as if he was about to beg me, and I could see he already looked on the verge of tears. “Dad, I know you want to do what’s best for me. Please don’t let too much time pass by before you let Mom be around me.”
He hadn’t had his real mom his entire life. He’d waited ten years for her, and I could see that he was ready to have her in his life, now that we’d found her. “I’ll do my best. I promise you that.”
“I know she’s not like you. But that doesn’t make her bad.” He tried to prove his point.
“I know that.” Taking a sip of the Scotch, I took a second to think about what to tell my son.Our son.“Let me just get the basics out of the way. I’ll talk to her tonight. I’ll ask her all the right questions. Tomorrow, if she’ll meet with me, I’ll talk more with her in person. We’ve got to see what she wants from us too, Fox.” I knew he hadn’t thought about this at all. “She may not want to be a mom. It’s not an easy thing to be.”
“She can do it, Dad. She wants to, I know it. She just needs us to help her. Tell me that you’ll help her, Dad.” He placed his hand on my knee. “Please.” His voice cracked on that plea, breaking my heart a little.
“I promise I’ll do my best to help her become a mom for you.” How could I say anything else?
“Thanks, Dad.” The smile on his face would be enough to see me through what I knew would be a difficult path ahead of us.
“So, about dinner,” I said, thinking that his appetite would be back now that he’d gotten at least part of what he wanted. “How about we order a pizza?”
“Really?” he asked as he jumped up. “We hardly ever have that. Can I have pepperoni?”
“As long as you eat a salad too,” I said as I took my cell phone out of my pocket. “And drink a glass of milk with it, too.”
“Deal.” And just like that, our fight was over.
In no time, we sat at the bar in the kitchen, eating the pizza the delivery boy had brought for us. Fox munched on a piece of pepperoni pizza while I ate my salad. “Don’t forget the deal, Fox. You’ve got to eat your salad too. Not just the pizza.”
