Pining For Dad's Best Friend
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“My son is an asshole. He’s my blood and I love him, but he doesn’t know how to treat women,” he’d said, and then we spent the rest of the night talking. I was surprised by how personable he was. I was surprised by how down-to-earth he was. And I was surprised by how kind he was. Time seemed to race by in a blur and it was one of the best nights of my life.
I’d always liked him from a distance. Then, when I went off to college in New York, I started thinking about him more and more.
I’m able to slip into the house undetected. The party is in full swing, pulsing, bass-heavy music thumping around me. I’ve been here so many times and I know my way around. I take a quick left toward the stairs and make my way up, careful to not bring too much attention to myself. I walk through the wide hallway toward a door at the end, flanked on one side with a window letting cool blue moonlight beam through, the other side looking down onto ground floor of the home.
This is his office. This is where I’ll wait for him.
James once brought me in here for some reason. I think it was to impress me, but I was not impressed by him entering his dad’s private space when he’d been told not to. He said if his dad wanted to keep people out, he should have locked it. I didn’t think this was cute of James. I thought he was disobeying his dad just for the sake of being rebellious. That’s not sexy to me.
But right now…I’m okay with a little bit of rebellion.
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