Of course I knew Marie. We’d been somewhat friendly, Marie coming by twice a day to make sure Otis and Marlo, our German Shepherds, got their exercise. The girl was cute but not stunning. A blonde, petite, maybe twenty five with nice tits.
“Cleo,” said my mom slowly. “Marie is pregnant with Drake’s child. She’s due in a few months.”
My hand flew to my mouth. My daddy had been fucking another girl the whole time? And she’d been pregnant with his baby? My mind spun furiously. Sure, Marie was athletic looking, but I didn’t recall seeing a curve to her stomach or the glow of pregnancy. She just looked normal, the same as always.
But I realized how naïve I’d been. I gasped, my heart hurting, my chin trembling despite my best efforts to look impassive.
“Honey,” said Lorena slowly. “Drake wanted you to move out. He’d had his fun with you and he wanted to fuck another woman but didn’t know how to tell you. So he asked me to let you know, bring you to the Donkey to see if you could get a job. Of course,” she said hastily, “he’s a generous man and isn’t tossing you out on your ass with nothing. He’s asked me to make sure you find a nice apartment, get some decent clothes. But honey, this is not the time to come home. Marie’s moved in, big as a beachball, and Drake’s doting like a new dad already. He’s always wanted a child, and with Marie that baby’s a reality.”
I was so floored that I couldn’t speak. Hot tears trickled down my cheeks as I looked down at the floor. My daddy, the one I’d thought was amazing, handsome, charismatic, who cared about me, was now with another woman? I was hurt, devastated although I told myself I shouldn’t be.
“Oh I see,” I said quietly.
“That’s it, honey, buck up,” said my mom. “Try to make a good life for yourself. It’s not that we don’t care about you. But life is complicated, you know? With the baby on the way and everything ….”
Lorena’s voice trailed off but I couldn’t believe she was so callous about it all. I mean, she should have been doubly threatened with a new woman and a baby living under her nose. So trembling, I asked, “But what about you? Aren’t you afraid that Drake’s going to ask you to leave too?”
And Lorena laughed at that, her voice tinkling with amusement.
“Honey, I was never under any illusion that I was anything but a convenience to your stepdad. I was the maid originally, remember? Someone to vacuum his floors and suck his dick when he felt like it. So cheer up, honey,” she encouraged again. “Drake’s going to fund your apartment for two years while you get on your feet, and I had sex with those dolts at the Donkey Club so they’d give you a job. It was all part of the plan, okay baby? Don’t worry about me, I’m going to be fine, just worry about you.”
And choking back sobs, I hung up the phone. This was some fucking twisted turn of events. My mom and step-dad, they’d propelled me into a den of sin, encouraging me to bare my body, even sell it to the highest bidder. But I was determined to find my own way here on out … Drake’s money be damned.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Drake
I kept thinking that Cleo would come home. Lorena’s proclamations that Cleo was going to be a famous model were overblown sure, but even if she did become famous, the little girl should come home to see her parents, right? Especially a daddy who loved her.
I missed her more than I cared to admit. I’ve been a playboy all these years, even after my marriage. My general approach to life is that pussy is there to be fucked, so why not me? I’m pretty indiscriminate so long as she’s attractive, voluptuous, and doesn’t talk too much.
But something changed with Cleo. Suddenly I found it difficult to get excited about other women. Of course, my little girl and I had never promised to be exclusive, after all we’d only slept together for two weeks. But the memories were overwhelming. Cleo at sixteen, all long legs and an innocent expression. Cleo at seventeen, beginning to fill out, her body developing curves. And finally at eighteen … ripe for the picking.
Lorena tried to comfort me. Knowing that I was no longer interested in her sassy curves, she offered Marie, our dog-walker. Because yeah, there’s no pretense that we’re even interested in each other anymore, Lorena stays with Carlos in the pool house now while I’m holed up in the mansion.
But my wife knows her place and never neglects me for too long, instead looking for substitutes, replacements for the beautiful Cleo. What was wrong with subbing her daughter? Oh right, she’s my step, we’re technically related.