My office door opens. “You’re back fast,” I say without turning around.
“What do you mean?” I turn around and see my father standing in front of me.
“Hey, Daddy. I didn’t know you were stopping by.” I drop what I was doing, rushing to hug him.
“Hey, princess. I was in the area today. Your mom has me running errands, and I figured I’d stop by and say hello.”
I pull back from our hug, seeing the smile on his face. “Is Mom really having you do errands?” I can read between the lines with him. There’s nothing over here either of them would need.
“You’re just like your mother. I can’t get anything past you. It’s almost that time for your heart appointment.” He’s right; it’s been a year now, and next month will be time for my check-up, something I haven’t told Devon yet.
“I know, Daddy. Let me see what time it is. I also need to let Devon know. I probably should have talked to him about this before now, huh?”
“Yeah, baby girl, you should have. If you need me or your mother to come, we’re just a call away. Do you have time for lunch, or are you on your own?” he asks. I can see this is weighing heavily on his shoulders, and I’m not sure why. I’ve been doing great for a long time now.
“Let me see if Ashley is out there.” I walk out and see Ashley is at her station with a client.
“Hey, Ash, do you mind manning the salon? I’m going to grab a bite to eat with my dad.”
“Hey, I’ve got it covered. Have fun!” She turns back toward her client. I shoot a text to Laura to let her know my plans have changed and not to worry about food for me.
“Feel like going to get pizza?” My mother never lets him eat pizza. She wants him to eat healthy. His eyes light up because he knows I’ll never tell on him. She’d probably yell at me, too. I know she worries, but sometimes you need greasy, carbohydrate-filled, cheesy, gooey food.
“Let’s go.” I grab my purse, even though he shakes his head, and follow him out to grab a bite to eat.
“I’m going to text Devon. Sometimes he brings me lunch, and I don’t want him to make a trip for nothing.”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t be a wasted trip to see you, but go ahead.” He nods. He and Mom have seen Devon and me together many times over the past few months. My mom is a romantic at heart and always tells me I’ve found my happily ever after. She’s not wrong.
“Still, I’d rather him not waste the food either.” I roll my eyes as I text Devon. He doesn’t respond right away. It happens if he’s in meetings, and with it being Monday, I’m willing to bet he’s slammed.
“Sure.” My dad is a bit of a smart ass; that’s probably where I get it from.
“Yeah, yeah.” We spend my lunch hour devouring a large pizza, chatting about life, and discussing what he and Mom are planning to do this week. She wants Dad to build a pergola for the back deck, and he mentioned calling Devon to get his insight. I nod because I know he’ll drop what he’s doing to help him; not to mention, he’ll more than likely bring a crew with him to help with the bulk of it. Mom’s plans are usually extravagant, to say the least. Not that she expects it, but when her dream gets to come true, it’ll be the most intricate pergola you could imagine.
Dad and I shake our heads while we talk about Mom’s idea. He drops me back at the salon once we’re finished, and I get back to work.
13
Devon
I really hate Mondays, but what I hated most about today was having to leave Michelle. She didn’t have to be at the shop until ten this morning, but I had an eight o’clock meeting. I did the best thing I could to wake her up, spreading her legs wide and waking her up with my tongue, feeling her come around my fingers while my lips were sucking on her clit. That’s how I left her, in a state of bliss. Shit, I can still taste her flavor even now.
This meeting is lasting longer than it should. I had plans to bring my girl lunch, but that’s not going to happen now. I can’t even pull my phone out to let her know what’s going on, even though I’ve felt it vibrate in my pocket. But how professional would it look if I pulled it out while the vice president of our company was going over our quarterly earnings?
I’m sick of this shit. I swear, Bill just keeps reiterating the same thing over and over again. “I think that’s it for today, Bill. We can always bring this up at a later date,” I state, putting a stop to it.