Chapter 9
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SIMON’S POV
Shit!
Asking Hazel if she was happy that my wife wasn’t living with me and my daughter wasn’t what I intended to say.
I was just too mad and I ended up saying something entirely different. Now, I’ve wedged a wall between us and Hazel? She has coiled back into her shell.
Same shell she had coiled herself into five years ago and funny enough, I was the cause. Both five years ago and even now.
I felt a part of me ripped out as I watched her turn around, pushed the door to my room open and disappeared into the darkness.
“f**k!” I cursed as I drove my fingers deep into my hair and let out an exasperated sigh.
I was messing things up lately and it wasn’t funny at all.
It has just been a week, yet, I’ve succeeded in making my step-sister cry. Congratulations to me.
An annoyed hiss tore off my lips as I turned around, walking in the opposite direction, leading to my bathroom.
Since I’ve successfully messed things up, I could as well take a cool shower to help release stress, because at that very moment, I was stressed as f**k.
I’ve never been this stressed from just speaking. Hell, I’ve spent a whole day supervising my goods from Russia and also my merchandise from China, yet, I wasn’t a bit stressed out by that, so why now?
Funny how it hasn't been less than ten minutes since I took a cool shower, yet, the urge to take another, washed over me.
Upon reaching the bathroom, I turned on the shower, letting the cold water cascade down my body, relieving me a bit.
Slowly, as if tortured, my left hand went down. Down to my c**k and rubbed it slowly, while I pictured Hazel’s hands wrapping around it.
I’m a sick bastard. I’m well aware, yet, that feeling was heavenly.
It was improper as f**k to fantasize about my step-sister wrapping her hands around my c**k, yet, I couldn’t stop.
Groans upon groans tore off my lips as I threw my head backwards, letting her name slip off my lips, unknowingly.
The feeling was divine and I couldn’t help but touch myself down there even more, until I came in a handful.
It was more than usual.
As a single dad, I never did anything to make Aurora sad and that included bring bitches to my house to f**k.
It’s been four years since I last had s*x, well, except for helping myself release from time to time.
But in those four years, I haven’t had a release this divine. This was surreal and it was all because of her.
……………
Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t sleep a wink. Maybe because I’ve insomnia, I guess that was the reason.
But even with insomnia, I get about two-three hours of sleep daily. Enough to get my head functioning properly during the day, but hell be damned, I couldn’t sleep even for an hour last night.
I guess it was because of a certain person then.
Despite not getting any sleep, I still looked more composed than someone who slept for eight hours.
“Good morning, Mr Veneti.” Mrs. Delilah greeted with a tray in her hands as she made her way to the dining room.
It was 7am in the morning and I had a business to attend to, so I needed to eat before leaving.
“Good morning, Mrs. Delilah,” I replied, taking a seat at the dining table. “Where is Aurora?”
As if waiting for me to ask, Mrs. Delilah started. “She refused to come down for breakfast because Ms Hazel is upstairs too.”
A frown morphed my feature as a cuss almost tore off my lips. Almost.
Neither Mrs. Delilah nor any worker in my clan has ever seen me lose my cool, at least not in my house, but I did. Just now.
Why was everything tied around Hazel? Even my own daughter refused to come down for breakfast because her favorite Aunt wouldn’t.
“Go get me Aurora.” I muttered, my jaw hardened and my voice deep and low.
Mrs. Delilah who sensed the danger emitting from me, scampered off to get my daughter.
Few minutes later, she returned, holding Aurora’s wrist.
The look on my daughter’s face wasn’t pleasant and I didn’t care.
I won’t let her get attached to Hazel to an extent she wouldn’t be able to live without her.
Yes, she misses motherly love, I know. But that doesn’t give her the right to get too attached to someone who just arrived a week ago.
There’s been Mrs. Delilah and Overa for years, yet, she wasn’t this attached to them.
“Sit,” I said sternly, not bothering to look at her.
Reluctantly, she sat across me, her hands under her chest.
“Now, be a good girl, Rora. Take up your fork and eat.” I added once more, my voice low and deep.
She knew better than to disobey me….. yet, she did.
Aurora didn’t pick up her fork and eat. She remained still, her hands still on her chest and her gaze on me, like I just killed her favorite animal.
“Aurora eat now…... Don’t let me repeat myself again,” I was getting too angry, yet, just like her mother, she didn’t fear me.
“Well, thanks for the breakfast, Dad. But I don’t have the appetite to eat.” She replied in the most nonchalant voice I’ve ever heard.
My daughter has never talked back to me. Never.
She has always been a good girl. What changed?
“What made you lose your appetite?” I asked, all traces of anger melting away.
Being angry at her was uncalled for, so I had to tackle it in a soft way, or she’d starve herself to death. Aurora can do more than just starve herself.
“I lost my appetite the minute I saw Aunt Hazel crying as she returned to her room last night.” She replied, glaring at me under her long eyelashes.
I almost chuckled.
“You lost your appetite because of that?” My brows arched as I asked.
Aurora’s lower lips pushed forward in a pout. “Knowing you were the one who made her cry, because she wanted to come with me as my Mommy to the PTA meeting at my school. Yes.”
A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I threw my head backwards, not believing what my daughter was saying.
“So what do you want Daddy to do to make you eat?”
“Beg Aunt Hazel.” She started and for a second, my eyes widened. “Tell her you’re sorry for yelling at her and also permit her to come to my school, representing my Mommy. Anything other than that, I will starve myself to death.”
Oh wow. Impressive.
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