Train Me Daddy

I put my cell phone away. As I climb into bed and leave the bottle by the side. I decide to take Olivia to the office with me tomorrow morning. If things go well, I’ll take her out to lunch and drive her around town to show her more of Houston. I did enjoy today for the first time in a long time I had the opportunity to relax. Maybe granddad’s right, and she’s a welcome distraction, for the first time I never thought about Dede and our baby until tonight, but I don’t feel guilty about moving on. If anything, I think of it as a welcome relief.

Chapter Eight

Olivia

I hear a loud knock on the door. It's so loud that it scares me and I jump up the moment I realize that it’s Isaac thumping at the door, "Olivia wake-up!

“Go away!” I want to shout out, but I don’t I just whisper it while covering my head underneath the covers. I don’t want to get out of these silk sheets. Doesn’t he know that the bed coverings that I have in the cottage are nothing compared to this, I could sleep here all week.

“We’re going for breakfast, get up.”

Now, he’s not on the other side of the door. I have no clothes on, and I’m naked underneath the covers. If I were confident enough to seduce him, then I would just take off the covers and stand naked in front of him. But I can’t even if I knew how to do it.

Like a mouse I whisper, “I have no clothes on.”

I’m waiting for a reaction from him. Instead, he just blurts out, “Well get in the shower and get ready. We’re going to breakfast.”

I’m so damn confused, one minute he’s just kissing me and the next he’s talking to me as if we’re friends. We’re not. He should want me, but then he doesn’t. Damn it Isaac, what do you want?

I think as I take off the covers and pop my head out wondering if he’s still in the room. When I see that he’s gone. I should be relieved, but I’m not. I was hoping that he’ll still be around.

I didn’t sleep; the pounding headache doesn’t escape me as I try and stand up to figure out what I’m going to wear. That’s when I see neatly laid on the side, a new set of underwear. Wow, he must have gone to buy it while I was sleeping. My old set is next to it, so that’s how he knew the size. That was thought of him as well as the jeans and shirt next to it. It’s as if he’s thought of everything. Anything. But being with me.

I should be happy; I think as my toes sink into the cream carpet and I stretch out in the room. Then I see that he’s drawn the curtains and someone could see me, so I hurry into the bathroom and have a shower. Just like he said there's a robe and everything that I need to freshen up including a toothbrush. I quickly shower and pin my hair back. I could dry it, but that would take ages and the way that he was trying to get me to get ready. I’m assuming that time isn’t on our side.

As I put my clothes on, it doesn’t take long for me to find Isaac. He’s standing just outside my door. I wonder if he was debating whether to come in or not this whole time? Why does he keep backing away?

“You were waiting for me by standing outside my door?”

He shakes his head not saying a word, he’s not looking at me, but more at my feet.

“Did something happen?”

Again, he shakes his head, but says, “We need to get going.”

He says it so quietly automatically I feel the need to comfort him. What happened? Why does he always do that?

I grab his hand, “Isaac have you been drinking again?”

This is the only time that his mood changes, whenever he’s had a drink. That must be why he’s acting like this.

“No, I’m just thinking that we should get going. I haven’t touched a drink, but if we stay here any longer. I might just do that.”

On that note, we move quickly to the elevator and head to his car. Black suits him; I thought that with his dark hair that it’ll absorb into one. But no, with his polo shirt and black pants he looks completely different to when we’re on the ranch.

“What are you smiling about?”

He asks as we stand in the elevator.

“Oh, just how different you are here compared to in the ranch.”

He nods, “That’s because the ranch is my place of insanity.”

“And here your place of sanity?”

“Yes.”

Then we head out of the elevator, and I follow him like a puppy. It doesn’t make any sense if here is his place of sanity then why does he drink when he’s here.