Chapter10: Dante
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The day rolled by slowly, and I wanted to bang my head against the desk. Last night, I was so f*****g stupid for showing up after Ira spilled the beans on where Azalea was going for her date. I was lucky enough that he didn’t show up. I got drunk, saw her dancing, and I couldn’t resist it and started grinding up against her like I was ready for f*****g rutting season.
When I finished packing up my stuff, I made a mad dash to the elevator. I didn’t wait for her like I normally would. I knew if I were stuck in such a small place. f**k… that’s what we’d be doing f*****g in the office elevator. I waited in my car to make sure she stayed safe in the parking garage. Luckily, our spots weren’t far from the door, and I could watch her the entire time.
I sighed in relief when she got into her car and took off. I shook my head and started my car. “I can’t believe I was an i***t last night. How I had grinded against her like an adolescent wolf. No woman has made me feel so obsessed like Azalea.”
I pulled into the garage, locked everything up, and went inside. Ira was on the phone talking to a client, by the sound of it. She hung up when I came around the corner. She looked up and smiled.
“Hey, how was work, Dad?”
“It was good, pumpkin. What about your day?”
“That’s good, and yeah, it was pretty good. Sold two mansions and a single family home, too.”
“That’s great. I’m so proud of you, Ira.”
“Thanks, Dad.” She gave me a quick hug. “I was thinking I could try to help you cook?”
“You sure? You’ve never seemed to be concerned about it before.”
“Yeah, I know. I just think it’d be important, ya know, for when I eventually move out.”
“Oh, I mean yeah, but you know you don’t have to, this house is yours when I pass.”
“Dad… I f**k I don’t wanna think about that.”
“I know, but I will be fifty next year. It’s something I need to be thinking about. Making sure my only child is well off after I’m gone.”
“Dad… please not now. Can we please not?”
I sighed and nodded. “Okay, pumpkin.”
“Thanks. What about we make something simple like mac and cheese or spaghetti?”
“Yeah? Which one do you wanna try to make?”
“Spaghetti like Nonna makes?”
I smiled. “Okay, you wanna make meatballs too, or just wanna focus on the spaghetti. Can I focus on the sauce and getting the noodles to the right amount of doneness? You can do the meatballs?”
“Yeah, pumpkin, that sounds good.”
“You did a good job! Nonna would be proud of you!”
“You really think so? It’s not as good as hers”
“Stop, she would be proud you tried, and it still tastes good regardless of whether it’s exactly like hers or not.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“No problem, pumpkin.”
I stood up and worked on the dishes. After they were done, I went to take a shower. The water cascaded down my body, relaxing my tense muscles with the heat of the liquid. “f**k that feels amazing.” I moaned. “I needed this after last night. After almost losing my composure. I wasn’t ready to make my f*****g move on her, and out of all the hot young ladies there, I had to somehow sniff her out.”
I shivered and turned off the hot water. I dried myself off and got dressed in lounging clothes. I cracked my neck and headed downstairs to get a cup of coffee. The counter bit into my hip as I waited for the coffee to brew. My hand slid down my face as I groaned.
“Dad? You okay?” Ira asked as she entered the kitchen.
I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, pumpkin, just a tiresome day at work. A lot of meetings. Was your day good?”
“Okay, if you’re sure, and yeah, just catching up on a book I was reading. Oh, and thanks dad for teaching me how to cook today.”
“No problem, pumpkin.” I poured a cup of coffee. “Want some?”
“Yeah, I would. I’ll take it black.”
I poured her a cup as well and handed it to her. She took a long sip and sighed. She headed back towards the stairs to go back to her room. I shook my head and finished my coffee.
“This is gonna end terribly, isn’t it?” I mumbled to myself.
When I got downstairs the next afternoon, Azalea was sitting with Ira. Azalea was wearing one of her rave outfits. The neckline plunged to a sharp V, showing off her cleavage and her midriff. She was wearing her sparkly black mini skirt that hugged her hips. It made my mouth water, and those garter belts with the fake syringes filled with red glitter held up her fishnet stockings. Her pumps were tall, and I had no idea how she walked in them, let alone danced.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Oh, Azalea and I are going to a rave soon. There’s a new rave club opening up tonight, and we’re so excited. We haven’t been to an opening night in so long.” Ira squealed and stood up. “Come one Azalea, we gotta get going like now.”
I shook my head after they left. No one better touch my daughter or Azalea, or I’ll f*****g murder them. I growled and punched a hole in the wall. f**k gotta keep myself cool… I groaned and looked at the now closed door. I wanted to pull her back and pin her against the wall and take her consequences be damned. I knew I was battling a losing battle, and I was going to claim her soon. Oh, so soon, and she would’ve never seen it coming.
I chuckled and shook my head. “Oh, this game you’re playing, Azalea is going to be the biggest but most wondrous mistake of both of our lives.”
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