Big Daddy Wants Me

12: Josh.

f**k.

I lean my forehead against my arm, breathing heavily.

I am standing over the toilet in my office washroom. Not very classy, but there aren't a lot of places to jerk off at work. And I'm thankful my assistant's table isn't inside my office, but just outside the door. No one will comment on how long I'd been in the bathroom. It won't be unusual.

When I recover my breathing, I wipe off my hand and my d**k and stop the video feed on my phone, pulling the earbuds out of my ears. I am reeling from what I just saw. It has taken everything in me not to get into the car and race home. I want to run up to Anna’s room and take her right then and there.

Fuck. Just thinking about it is making my c**k swell again. How is that even possible? I've just c*m so hard I've probably impregnated the office toilet.

I zip up my pants and wash my hands, splashing some cool water on my face, and then head back to my table.

I stare at my phone as if it could explain to me what it had just shown me. I am shocked - both by Anna’s behavior, and by mine. I shouldn't have watched.

I shouldn't have watched, but no force in this world could have stopped me.

My baby girl is turning into some kind of porn star and as for me, well... I don't even know where to begin with my own behavior.

I need a drink.

And of course , I don't want to drink alone, so I do the next best thing. I text Kiara.

Me: Really looking forward to tomorrow.

Please distract me, I was thinking, please distract me.

Her response came right away.

Kiara: Me too, sexy :)

It's terrible, but all I can think is, Thank God she's flirting. I need to f**k somebody badly.

Somebody my own age.

—

I don't see Annabelle at all the next day. I drag my feet after work and manage to get home after she'd left for school. By the time I head out for my date with Kiara, she still hasn't come home.

I meet Kiara at an Italian restaurant not far from where I live. She looks great in a tight, strappy dress and tasteful jewelry. She is a beautiful woman - always has been. When I see her, I wonder why we've never fooled around in all the years we've known each other, even with Valerie in the picture.

She brings the same thing up when our drinks arrive. "It's funny we never, you know, went out before this," she says with a flirtatious grin. "I always liked you, Josh Henderson."

"I always liked you, too, Kiara Dubar," I say with a smile, and take her hand in mine. "I'm glad we're doing it now."

"Me too," she blushes, and finish off her pinot grigio. I signal to the waiter to fill her glass.

By the time we are finishing dessert, we are chatting gregariously and both pretty drunk. Kiara's hair is starting to get a little messy and I can tell I am too far gone to drive. "I'd better get us an Uber," I say, signing the credit card bill. "We can get the cars tomorrow."

"We can get the kids to get them!" she giggles. "They're always eager to drive."

The waiter smiles at us as he takes the signed copy of the receipt. He must have assumed we were a nice married couple.

I walk Kiara out to the Uber with my arm around her back. It feels toned and tight. When the driver pull up at my house we both get out.

"Uh, I don't know how to send an Uber to a second address," I laugh.

"Well, you better invite me in, then," she giggles.

I put my arm around her and look her right in the eyes as I answer, giving her a cocky grin. "I guess I'd better."

I feel her take a quick breath as I lead her into the house.

The lights are on and some of Anna’s mess are strewn across the kitchen. "Anna?" I call, grateful that another person was here so that we won't be able to talk about anything that had happened — even if that person is Kiara. "Anna, honey?"

When there is no answer, I shrug and grab two glasses from the cabinet. "Water?" I ask Kiara.

"Please," she says, eyes dancing with amusement. "And then I'll take a tall glass of you, too."

I chuckle as I place the water on the island and then let out a little growl. "So, it's on, then, is it?" I ask, coming around the island and putting my arms around her.

"Oh, it is on," she says playfully, sliding her arms around my waist and tilting her head back to kiss me.

I press my lips against hers hungrily, sliding my tongue between her lips, and feeling her warm breath against my mouth. It has been a while since I kissed someone and it feels indescribably amazing to feel a woman's mouth against mine again. I groan, pulling her body against mine, wanting to feel her.

"Oh, Josh," she exhales, and I smile down at her, running my hand into her hair and holding the back of her head. Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement, and I flick my eyes towards the stairs just in time to see Annabelle's feet as she flees.

Oh, man. Poor kid, I thought to myself.

But another part of me thinks, It's good that she sees this. She needs to get used to the idea of me being with another woman - an actual woman, since her mom no longer cares about me. Maybe ripping the bandaid off is exactly what has to be done here. Valerie and I both want a divorce, but are only hanging on because of one person. Annabelle. This brief spell with Kiara will help Annabelle process my drift from her mother better.

Plus, I am drunk. So I may not have been exercising the best judgment.

"Come upstairs," I say to Kiara, my voice husky with need, and she nods.

"Okay."

She kicks off her heels and leaves them on the kitchen floor, then follows me upstairs in bare feet.