Sold: Highest Bidder

by Willow Winters

  He’s wearing black slacks and a white dress shirt with a tie, just a little too formal for a retired parole officer. There’s a bulge on the side of his dress shirt letting me know he’s carrying. Daddy never leaves the house without his gun. Ever. Now I know why the car outside looked so familiar. He could have flown, but knowing Daddy, he decided to drive so he could make a nice vacation out of this visit.

  The bigger question though, is how the hell did he get inside?

  “Well, hello Mr. Murphy!” Katie greets my father before he can respond, walking over to him and giving him a big hug. “Boy, do you get more handsome each time I see you, or what?”

  Daddy chuckles at Katie’s shameless flirting. “Thanks, Katie. It’s nice seeing you, too. How’s school been treating ya?”

  “Oh you know, a little bit of that here, and a little bit of that there. I think I’d go crazy if it weren’t for Maddy.”

  Daddy’s eyes twinkle. He's always been one to play along. “So you two been getting along well, I take it?”

  Katie nods. “Uh huh, except--”

  I cringe, bracing myself for Katie to blurt out something stupid about me and Zane.

  “She farts so loud when I’m trying to sleep.”

  My father lets out a goofy laugh and I roll my eyes while loudly protesting, “Katie!”

  “I’m just kidding.” She points at the hallway. “I’m gonna go take a shower and let you two play catch-up. It was nice seeing you again, Mr. Murphy.”

  “It was nice seeing you too, Katie.”

  When she's gone I ask, “How the heck did you get in here?”

  Daddy walks over and sits down on the couch. “You two left the door unlocked. I figured after the door swung ajar when I knocked I'd better sit here until you two arrived back home.”

  How the hell was the door unlocked? I could’ve sworn I locked it when we left.

  “You really should always lock your door,” Daddy says with a disapproving frown. “There’s all sorts of sick predators out there, waiting to prey on young, vulnerable women like you both. Have I not taught you that?” As part of law enforcement, my father was big on safety growing up, and he never failed to lecture me when he thought I was being careless with my welfare.

  “We do lock the door,” I object, trying to fight back irritation. I hate being scolded. But I know my father is only saying these things because he cares about me. “I just don’t know why it wasn’t locked today. That’s all.”

  “Well you can’t afford to not know, Maddy. One mistake can cost you your life.”

  I sigh in exasperation. “Daddy, I know--” He cuts me off before I can finish speaking.

  “Do you always carry that can of mace with you like you promised me you would?” he demands.

  I look down guiltily. “No,” I reluctantly admit. “But I’m going to start doing it, I promise.”

  He shakes his head and stares me in the eyes with disbelief. “Damn it Maddy, it won’t do you any good sitting at home!”

  I’m taken aback by the venom in his voice and tears begin to well up in my eyes. I never have been able to take it when I felt I let him down. I feel sick to my stomach. I hate making my father unhappy and disappointing him. “I’m sorry,” I choke out. My father never yells at me like that over something stupid. “I haven’t been able to think…” my voice trails away as the image of a cocky, smiling Zane pops into my head.

  Suddenly repentant, Daddy pats the seat next to him on the couch. “I’m sorry baby, come sit down over here. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

  Pushing back my tears, I drop my bag and go over to him. Damn, I’m just so emotional lately. With Zane and the stress from school, every little thing is getting to me. As soon as I’m there, he envelops me in his arms and kisses me hard on the forehead. “Will you forgive me?” he asks.

  “Of course,” I say. “I know you’re just upset because you worry so much about me.” He’s a cop, and ever since mom died, all he does is worry about me.

  Daddy nods. “Yes, I do.” After a moment, he leans back to study my face intently. “Is something else bothering you, or are you still upset with me?”

  “Huh?” I ask, astonished at his unerring observation. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. Daddy’s an expert at reading body language, and he probably sensed there was something wrong with me the moment I walked through the door.

  He gives me a knowing look. “Don’t play stupid with me, Maddy, I know when something is on your mind.”

  I bite my lower lip and think. My father will know if I’m lying if I try to play it off. I don’t want to tell him though. Daddy’s overprotective as it is, and I already know he’s going to hate Zane. I can imagine his disapproving stare already.

  “Maddy?” he persists.

  He’s not going to stop until I tell him.

  I let out a big sigh and admit, “I’m seeing someone.”

  My father’s instantly back on edge. “Who?”

  Taking a deep breath, I tell him everything, holding nothing back. He’s been my voice of reason my entire life, and I can’t lie to him. I don’t want to. I even admit to my father that I’m falling for Zane. I don’t know why, but I’m always able to confide in him.

  When I’m done I feel relieved. It’s almost therapeutic, telling my father about my feelings, worries and doubts.

  “So let me get this straight,” Daddy says slowly, “You met this fellow and you think he’s a player, yet you still slept with him?”

  Cringing, I nod.

  He asks disdainfully, “And he’s a tattoo artist?”

  I nod again. Fuck, I should not have done that. Regret consumes me as my body heats.

  He stares at me, his eyes boring into me so hard I can sense the anger behind them.

  “What?” I ask, flinching at what’s to come.

  “Jesus, Maddy, a tattoo artist?” he snarls. “What the hell is wrong with you?’

  “Daddy, I--” Again he cuts me off.

  “Do you think I let you go off to school just to get involved with trash? You’re supposed to be looking to go places in life. Not hanging around with some trashy, deadbeat womanizer.”

  Anger twists my stomach. “He’s not a deadbeat,” I say hotly. “Nor is he trashy. And he obviously supports himself well enough as an ‘artist’ since he has own place.”

  Daddy snorts with derision. “He might be peddling drugs on the side, for all you know. You’ve already said you don’t even know if he has other girlfriends, so what reasons do you have to trust this guy?”

  As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. What did I know about Zane before I slept with him, except that he was sexy as all hell and a tattoo artist? I know nothing of his past, don’t even know how many sexual partners he’s had. And with what happened at the shop with his old business partner, I’m beginning to have serious doubts.

  Daddy’s features soften. “I don’t mean to be an asshole to you, Maddy,” he says, sensing my inner turmoil. “I just care about your well-being. And I would prefer you not get mixed up with someone who obviously isn’t a good fit for you. You need to let this fellow go so you can focus on your studies.”

  For a moment, I begin to seriously regret telling my father about my business. I have this sneaking suspicion he’s going to start suddenly showing up on my doorstep unannounced just to check on me.

  While I appreciate his concern, I won’t be able to handle that. Whether or not Zane is bad for me, I don’t need someone else dictating what I should do in this situation. As Katie said, I need these experiences to grow and mature.

  “I know where you’re coming from, really I do,” I say softly, but then I harden my tone and add, “But I’m fine. You shouldn’t worry about me. Whatever happens between me and Zane is my business.”

  He stares at me for a long moment, but I hold my ground. I feel like he wants to tell me that I’m forbidden to see Zane and that he wants me to move, but at the same time he’s conflicted by the fact that I’m an adult wh
o can now make my own decisions.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asks finally, grudgingly.

  “Yes,” I reply, visibly relaxing. “Don’t worry, if I do need you, I’ll call you.”

  “Promise?”

  I smile. “I promise.”

  I feel a sense of relief. We got through this discussion without my father demanding to see Zane so he could threaten him to stay away from me. Now all I need to do is to convince him that I don’t need him to check up on me, and I’ll be more than fine.

  I open my mouth to ask my father about what’s been going on his life instead of focusing on me, when the doorbell rings.

  Right then, two words run through my mind along with a feeling of dread.

  Oh no.

  Chapter 17

  Zane

  The door opens, and all I can think is, fuck this shit. A white-haired man dressed in black slacks, a dress shirt and tie stares back at me, and I watch his eyes as they take me in. Narrowing, judging. Yeah, I’ve seen this before.

  I’m a beast, and I look the part.

  I usually don’t give a fuck, but my girl is standing by the stairs looking nervous as hell. My heartbeat picks up. My nerves buzz with an insecurity I’m not used to feeling.

  I know this isn’t going to last. We’re just enjoying each other for now.

  Shit, when she’s done with school, she’s gonna leave me far behind. I know it. I’ve accepted it. But I just got a taste of her. I’m not ready for this to end right now.

  “You must be Maddy’s father,” I say as I reach my hand out to the old man. “Nice to meet you, sir.” He lets it hover there for a moment, a moment that lets me know what he really thinks. Finally he takes it in his with a firm shake.

  “You must be Zane.” His voice is hard and unforgiving. “Maddy’s told me about you.”

  I nod. “Yep. Zane Stone.” I say this clear and proud. Although shit, I wish I’d known he was here.

  Maddy clears her throat, and I can practically hear her heart pounding.

  Maddy takes a few steps toward us and pushes him out of the doorframe so she can take my hand in hers. My heart swells in my chest.

  “Daddy, as I was telling you, Zane is my...” she hesitates to finish, but looks right into her father’s eyes with squared shoulders.

  I’ve never been anyone’s boyfriend before. But for her, right now, sure. I can be her boyfriend. “Boyfriend,” I say the word with my eyes on her, but clear my throat and look up at her father.

  He’s fucking pissed.

  It means a lot that she’s willing to stand by me as her father clearly dislikes my existence, but I don’t need to stay around for this shit.

  I just came by to fuck you. I can’t say that. But shit, it’s the truth. I was looking forward to it too. “I just came by to see how your test went.” She’s been on and on about this damn test lately. But I’m sure she aced it 'cause she’s a smart girl. And that sounds a fuck ton better than her dad hearing me describe all the ways I wanted to relieve her from all that stress.

  She pulls me into the foyer and I resist, but she whips her head around and tugs harder. Her father stares at our hands and I wish I could just fucking leave. Fine. For her, I’ll put up with this. Only because she stood by me. And that felt so fucking good. She’ll never know.

  I walk with the two of them to the dining room. Maddy’s books are open on the other end, with her notebook out and highlighter.

  She takes a seat at the other end and pats a seat for me. This ordering me around shit isn’t my forte. But I’ll let her take the lead on this. After all, it’s her father. And I’m sure I’ll get brownie points if he likes me.

  I take the seat next to her and look up at the old man. Fuck, there’s no fucking way he’s gonna like me.

  He’s looking at me like… well, like I’m fucking his daughter. I can’t help the grin that grows on my face.

  I lean forward and give Maddy a smile. “How’d it go?” I ask her.

  I can feel his eyes on me, but I ignore him. I usually don’t take this shit. If a fucker’s gonna give me a look like he’s got something to say, I don’t stand down till that shit is dealt with. But this is her father, I've gotta show some respect.

  He gets this one moment. One day. That’s it.

  Maddy takes a deep breath and pulls her hair back. “Well, I think it went okay.”

  Before she can say anything else, her father interrupts. “So your real legal name is Zane?” he asks.

  I turn to him and sit straight in my seat. “That’s right, Zane Michael Stone.” I don’t like how he’s looking at me.

  “That’s an interesting name.” He says the words in a monotone, his eyes boring into my face. Also, what the fuck does that even mean? An interesting name?

  I shrug my shoulders and say, “I didn’t pick it.” Maddy huffs a small laugh, but it’s forced. The tension in the room is thick, and this is uncomfortable as hell.

  “So, Maddy,” he says as he looks at her like I’m not even in the room with them. “You didn’t say Zane was a smartass.”

  I keep my mouth closed and let him have that one. Point one for Pops, I guess.

  “Daddy, please don’t do this now.” Maddy’s lips are pressed into a thin line and she’s staring back at her father like she’s ready to tear him apart.

  Fuck, maybe I’m lucky not to have my parents around anymore.

  Her father looks back at me, but before he can speak, Maddy tries to lighten the mood by saying, “So, I think we should all go out to eat. We could go to a nice restaurant,” she suggests. She looks at me and says, “Besides, you owe me a date. And this way Daddy could get to know you.” She sounds slightly hopeful and upbeat. I take a look at Papa Fuckoff, and I know that’s not happening. My stubborn peach is apparently also delusional.

  “I just don’t get it. What do you see in him, Maddy?” he asks, leaning close to her with his elbows on the table.

  I drop Maddy’s hand and clench my fists under the table.

  “Daddy,” Maddy’s tone takes on a hard edge. I’m not sure what the protocol for this shit is. I’ve never been in this position before.

  “She’s seen a lot of me, to be honest; she must’ve liked at least one part,” I say with a straight face.

  He looks fucking furious. I can’t really blame him, but I’m not gonna let him talk to her like that. After a minute he shakes his head at Maddy like he’s disappointed in her and that’s the last straw, but before I can say anything, Maddy lays in on him.

  “Daddy, I love you,” Maddy says as her eyebrows raise, and I can see she’s holding back that inner bitch she’s unleashed on me a time or two. “But you need to stop this. Now.”

  I stare at my stubborn little peach who's all full of sass today. But this isn’t the same shit she gives me. This is different. She’s not playing a game, she’s clearly upset, and I don’t like it.

  “Hey, it’s alright.” I take her hand in mine and rub soothing circles on the back of her hand with my thumb. “It’s fine.” I’m partially amazed at how well trying to calm Maddy down diffuses my own temper. So what if he doesn’t like me? He’s not the first. And I'm sure he won’t be the last.

  She doesn’t need to get worked up over this. I mean, isn't a dad supposed to hate the prick who's doing his daughter? I’m pretty sure this is all normal. And her father’s right. I don’t look like the kind of man who she’d normally pick. Not that she picked me. I had to fucking fight for her.

  My heart sinks a little, and I hate all these bullshit emotions that are hitting me. I need to get the fuck out of here.

  I stand up from the table and give Maddy a small smile as she grips onto my arm. “I should give you two some time, peaches.” I let her nickname slip, and see her father stiffen on my left.

  “Nice to meet you, Mr. Murphy.” I say it as a formality and don’t look him in the eyes as the words come out hard.

  “You don’t have to go,” Maddy says in a soft voice with her forehea
d creased. I bend down and give her a chaste kiss.

  “I get to see you every day.” I look back at her dad and give him a curt nod as I say, “You should spend some time with your father.”

  “I’ll walk you out,” Maddy says and tries to get up, but I stop her.

  “I’m only next door, I can find my place myself.” I have to repress my laugh as her father starts coughing. Maddy’s mouth presses into a thin line and she gives me a look. I can’t help the smile growing on my face.

  “Talk to you later, peaches,” I say and give her another kiss goodbye.

  “Have a nice stay, Mr. Murphy.” I give him a wave as I open the door and walk out.

  Chapter 18

  Madeline

  I spend the next five minutes scolding my father for his rude behavior toward Zane. Just because I have reservations about him, doesn’t mean it gives Daddy leeway to be a total jerk to him and judge him like that.

  He argues with me, telling me he doesn’t like what he saw in Zane, and that I don’t need to be messing around with him. Through it all, I hold firm. Despite my misgivings, I’m not leaving Zane without good reason, and that’s final.

  Eventually, Daddy gives up, but he does warn me, much to my chagrin, that he’ll be watching.

  As soon as my father’s gone, I decide I need to go next door and apologize to Zane for his behavior. I feel anxious and embarrassed by what’s happened, and want to make amends.

  I walk over to Zane’s and knock on the door. After a moment, the door swings open and my jaw nearly drops.

  Zane’s standing there in a pair of pajama bottoms hanging low, balanced precariously on his chiseled hips, that incredibly sexy V-shape at his lower abdomen fully on display. Down below, his bulge presses against the flimsy material, making my mouth water.

  Good God, this man is going to be the death of me! I think to myself. He makes me want to be his sex slave.

  Seriously, I want to fall to my knees and take that big fat cock out and start slurping on it like a straw jammed into my favorite milkshake. It’s a nice distraction, but I can’t help how my heart is squeezing in my chest.