Before I even get to the gates I see his flashy sports car parked up by the side of the road. He’s sat leaning against the bonnet, scowling.
“Why are you here?” I say getting out and walking towards him.
“You won’t respond to my messages, you won’t pick up my calls. I figured if I started stalking you sooner or later you’d break.”
“I’ve been busy.”
He scoffs. “Doing what?”
“I have work, and my degree assignments.” I state.
“No you don’t.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re doing English Lit. It’s a doss degree. Anyone could do it. And your job is stacking shelves. Hardly taxing stuff.” He says.
“Fuck you.” I snap.
“No Eden. Stop pretending to be bigger than you are, more important than you are. You’re lucky I even bother to spend any of my time on you at all.”
I laugh shaking my head and as I do I spot a flash of red.
Shit. Dominic’s car. He’s driving home. He’s…
He looks at me as his car slows. I can see he’s pissed. He makes a point of shaking his head just a little and then the gates open and he drives in as if I’m not here. As if I don’t exist.
“You know what Aron, you’re right, you should spend your time on bigger things, better things.”
He smirks.
“Why don’t you go find some other girl who’s got nothing going on in her life? Because you and me, we’re over.”
He goes to grab me and I jump aside before getting into my car and as I drive through the gates I can see him, still stood, glaring at me in my rear-view mirror.
The house feels empty when I get in. I know Dominic is here but it feels so cold, so off.
I dump my bag, kick off my shoes and storm into the kitchen half expecting him to be making a coffee. But he’s not there.
He’s not in the main living room either, or the snug.
I walk to his office and tap lightly on the shut door.
“Come in.” He says and I can hear it, the tone, the more than obvious hint to his voice.
“Hi.” I say stepping inside.
“Hi.” He says glancing up then looking back at whatever paperwork he’s pretending to focus on.
“How was your day?”
He sighs. “Long.”
“Want a coffee?”
He grunts.
I’ll take that as a yes then. I walk over to the coffee machine and start making it the way he likes. I can feel his eyes on me. I can feel him watching me but as I turn back, mug in hand, he’s staring at the paper again.
“Here you go.” I say putting it on his desk and stepping back.
I just want him to look at me. I just want some sort of acknowledgement. And then his eyes snap to me and I change my mind. I can see the anger, the jealousy, the streak of something undefinable.
“You’re still seeing him?” He says narrowing his eyes. As if we’re in a real relationship. As if he’s not still married to my mother.
“We just broke up.” I say.
He lets out a puff of air like he doesn’t quite believe me. “How come?”
“Because I wouldn’t have sex with him.” I say meeting his look head on.
“He broke up with you because you wouldn’t fuck him?” He growls and I hear it the protectiveness now. Is it sad that tone gives me hope?
“I broke up with him.” I reply moving to lean against the desk.
“Why not?” He asks.
“Why not what?” I ask.
“Have sex with him?”
I let out a low sigh. Here we go. “I’m a virgin.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m a virgin.” I repeat it looking back up at him.
He looks like he doesn’t believe me. He looks like he thinks I’m lying.
“What you think because I’ve sucked your dick and you’ve finger fucked me a few times that I’m some kind of whore?” I snarl.
“No that’s not what I think.” He says moving to hold my waist. “I just…” He shakes his head. “The way you act, the way you are, you’ve had boyfriends Eden.”
“Yeah well maybe I don’t want to sleep with them.”
“Are you saving yourself?” He asks and I scoff. Now he’s making me sound like some kind of saint and we both know I’m not that either.
“No I just don’t want to fuck them. I…” I trail off. This is not how I was planning this evening to go.
“You what?”
“I want to fuck you.” I say. “I want you to be my first.”
“Eden…” He says and I hear the warning there, but I hear the want too.
“Would you do it?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “You’re my kid. This is wrong. All of this is wrong.”
“No it’s not.” I say putting my hands on his chest and he pulls me closer so that I’m practically straddling him. “We’re not even related. Not really. We’re two consenting adults. You want me and I want you so what’s the problem?”
“Because I raised you. I took you to school, took you afterschool clubs, to your prom…”
“And now I want you to take my virginity.” I say taking his hand putting it under my skirt.
He shakes his head but he’s pulling my panties aside anyway. Plunging his fingers into me, sliding them so deliciously and I let out a moan.
“This is wrong.” He says as he starts curling away, teasing that spot inside me that makes me mewl so loudly for him.
“So wrong.” I agree as I start gyrating, encouraging him more.
“You’re my kid.” He murmurs moving his hand faster, bring me closer and closer to my climax.
“Please Daddy. Please.” I moan.
He grabs my face, plunges his tongue into my mouth as I come apart and I scream, I writhe, I pour out my release as he steals each new breath from me.
And then I fall back panting on top of him as his fingers stay where they are buried in my pussy, submerged right to my core, right where they belong.
“I’ll do it.” He says. “Of course I’ll do it.”
I look up at him. “Promise?”
“How can I refuse you sweetheart?”
I grin. Fuck I’ve wanted this for so long now, wanted him. And now we’re crossing this final line together. United in our damnation.
“But I’m doing it my way.” He says. “On my terms.”
“However you want me.” I say back.
He pulls me back running his eyes over me like he’s going to devour me right now. His fingers are still in me and by god can I feel myself still clenching around him. “I’m going to take every bit of you Eden. I’m going claim every part of you.”
“Do it.” I say back. I’m ready. More than ready. I want him so much it hurts.
We both hear her call out. It rings out down the hallway.
Mum’s back.
I jump off him and he wipes his fingers clean on his pants.
“Get under the desk.” He says.
“What?”