I laugh. "Yes, Molly. Ever the protective one."
"Yes, she is, and now I have to call her to tell her I won't make it to pick up Alyssa. Darn it, I just got this car fixed, too!"
I walk over to the passenger side of my car and open the door before looking back at Cassie. "Get in."
"What?"
"Get in. You'll call the tow company from the road and tell them where to pick up your car. I'll drive you to the store and we'll get the groceries you need before we pick up Alyssa and then I'll drive you both back to the house."
When she doesn't move immediately, I reach in my back pocket and pull out my wallet. When I find my buddy’s business card I pull it out and hand it over to her.
"Here's the information to give the tow company so they know where to drop off the car. My buddy, Miguel, will hook you up."
She looks devastatingly beautiful, yet completely broken. Her wet hair is drying in soft waves. I want to run my hands through it before holding her in a protective embrace.
I don't know why Chris lets her drive that piece of crap. The asshole probably isn't paying her enough but I'll make sure and fix that.
Cassie looks down at the card and then whispers, "Okay."
Once she's in the passenger seat of my car I close the door and walk over to the driver's side and get in. She's already on her cell phone and talking to the tow company about her car. Instead of asking her what grocery store to go to, I drive towards the Whole Foods near Alyssa's school. I know Molly enough that she likes her organic, gluten free product for Alyssa, even though Alyssa doesn't have an allergy to gluten. Whole Foods is one of the healthiest grocery stores in the area so I know Molly will approve.
I find a place to park on the street just as Cassie is finishing up her phone call. She puts her cell phone in her bag and looks over at me. The waves of her damp hair are turning into frizzy curls and I realize I've just learned another thing about her. Her hair is naturally curly.
"I'm not sure about this. I can't really afford to fix my car right now so maybe I should just have them drop it off at the Smith's house until I figure out what to do next."
"What do you mean you can't afford it? I knew it! Chris isn't paying you enough, is he?" I can hear the anger in my own voice and Cassie must hear it, too, because she slowly leans away from me.
"The Smiths pay me wonderfully, more than I even expected. I just don't have the money right now. I used the last of my savings to fix my car last week. I thought by fixing those few problems it would buy me a few months."
I sigh, dragging my hand through my hair and trying to think of a solution. "Let's see what Miguel says first and then we'll get the car fixed. Don't worry about the money right now."
"But-"
"Don't worry about it," I repeat, cutting her off.
I step out of the car and wait for her as she does the same. There's a cool breeze in the air as I meet Cassie on the sidewalk. We walk into the store and get all the groceries she needs, still with enough time to get Alyssa.
Six
Entry #1594
I found an excuse to spend some time with Cassie. Yes, her car may have broken down and things aren't exactly looking promising for her, but her loss is definitely my gain...
"Uncle Theo!" Alyssa shouts as Cassie buckles her into the booster seat in the back of my Range Rover. Her blond, curly hair bouncing as she wiggles in the booster seat.
After our trip to the grocery store we made a quick pit stop at my condo's parking garage so I could trade in my roadster for something that would actually fit Alyssa. I only drive the Rover when I have Chris and Alyssa with me, so thankfully I already had a booster seat in the back for her.
"Hey, rugrat. How was school?"
Almost immediately the tears begin to fall as Cassie closes the back door and sits back in the passenger seat next to me.
"I wasn't able to go on the field trip," she cries. "All of my friends are going to have fun without me."
Big wet tears fall down her round cheeks and I can't help but want to give her the world. Nothing should make this little girl cry. Nothing.
"Alyssa, your mom just wants you to be safe."
"Mommy just doesn't want me to have fun."
Lord have mercy, I am never having a girl.
"Alyssa, honey, your momma adores you and wants you to have loads of fun. I planned some fun crafts for us to do back at the house. You're not even going to miss school after the afternoon I have planned with you."
Cassie's attempt at changing Alyssa’s mood is a good one, but she fails miserably.
"I don't want to do crafts! I don't want to go home. I want to go on the field trip," she cries. Her tears start to fall harder and I honestly don't ever think I've seen Alyssa so miserable. It breaks my heart.
Instead of thinking of something to say, I continue to drive and hope that Alyssa calms down. After a few minutes the car grows silent and Cassie turns around to check on Alyssa in the backseat.
"The little princess cried herself to sleep," she whispers, turning back around to face the front.
"Where was the fieldtrip to today?" I ask her.
"The zoo."
"Awe, poor kid. Alyssa loves animals. She's been begging Chris to let her get a dog but he won't budge."
She laughs. "Thank goodness, too. She'd probably squeeze the dog to death."
"But at least the dog would be loved."
"That's true," she agrees.
We're pulling down their street and I can't help the feeling of emptiness that takes over my insides, knowing that they'll be leaving me in a matter of minutes.
"Hey," I blurt out without thinking. "Why don't you cancel your afternoon craft plans? You can drop the groceries off in the house and then we can take Alyssa to do something fun."
She hesitates before responding. "What do you have in mind?"
What do I have in mind? I have nothing in mind I just don't want to leave her yet. It's the middle of the day on a Monday where most kids are in school. Where could we possibly take her?
"I've got it! We can take her for the rest of her birthday gift early. I'll call the store and have them book us a table for tea and brunch while you unload the groceries."
"It's a little late in the day for brunch and you can't just call them up. You have to book there weeks in advance."
I cock my head and grin at her. "You underestimate the power I have over the people in this city. Go unload the groceries and we'll head over."
***
After an afternoon of pure craziness, I'm exhausted. Tea and brunch was the easy part of the afternoon, the hard part was the hours spent looking through two stories worth of doll shit. In the end it was worth every excruciating minute because I had one happy four-year-old who never mentioned the dreaded field trip again.
Alyssa runs into the brownstone and Cassie and I follow her, our hands filled with red and pink bags. Her new doll now has a bed, furniture, a horse, a dog, a hair salon, a gymnastic set and a wardrobe filled with clothing - tons and tons of clothing. As I'm shutting the door of the house behind me I hear Alyssa in the kitchen.
"Mommy! Mommy! Look at all the stuff Uncle Theo got me."
"Uncle Theo? Where did you see Uncle Theo?"
I step into the kitchen right behind Cassie and interrupt their conversation. "I was able to move my brunch date with her to today instead of Friday."
"Yes, and I had pizza and ice cream, and I got all this new stuff for my doll. Wait until I tell all my friends at school," she yells out, jumping into her mother's arms.
"Well, I'm glad you had such a fun day. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes so go wash up."
"But I'm not hungry, Mommy. I want to play."
"You can play after dinner."
Molly places Alyssa back on the ground and then Alyssa runs out of the room to get ready for dinner. Cassie drops the bags in her hands on the floor next to the countertop so I do the same.
"Why the sudden urgency to do brunch today?"
Molly asks me.
"I just thought it would be nice, especially since she was bummed that her overprotective mother wouldn't let her go on the class field trip today."
She rolls her eyes at me. "One day, Theo, when you have children, you'll understand."
No I won't. I have no plans on having any ankle biters running around my house. I like my life the way it is. If I were to have children, that's pretty much a guarantee for little to no sex with my wife, which would mean I'd be cheating on her with women half her age in order to get my dick wet.
That is not the life I want.
I do not want to become my father.
Cassie sits down on one of the stools and starts to assist Molly in making a salad. The level of comfort she has in this house still amazes me, but I guess it makes sense because she's been Alyssa's nanny for a while.
"Molly, is your husband around here somewhere?"
"He's in his study, Theo."
I leave the ladies to make their salad and walk up the flights of stairs to Chris's study on the second floor. A normal person would knock to make sure they weren't interrupting something, but I haven't knocked on a door inside one of Chris's homes since eighth grade.
He's sitting behind his desk drinking a glass of whiskey, while watching the news from the plasma TV mounted on the wall across the room. He glances my way when he hears me walk in.
"Hey, T. I didn't know you were stopping by tonight."
He starts to get up but I hold my hand out to let him know he should sit back down.
"I spent the day with your princess and just dropped her off."
"I thought Cassie was with Alyssa?"
"She was. We took her to a late brunch and then she went on a shopping spree for her doll."
"We... as in you and Cassie?"
"Yeah, about that. That piece of shit she drives broke down outside the health club so I had to give her a ride in order for her to pick Alyssa up from school in time. Why the hell do you let her drive that thing? You trust Alyssa in it?"
He drags his hand through his salt and pepper colored hair before pushing his reading glasses up and off his face.
"No, I don't trust Alyssa in it and normally Cassie switches to the Escalade when she picks Alyssa up, but the Escalade is getting detailed today so we had no other choice."
"If you have a vehicle for her to drive, then why do I always see her driving that piece of shit to the club?"
"I don't know, T. I think she feels weird using our stuff. She has a room here, too. It comes with part of the job description of a live-in nanny, but half the time she stays at her place. She's not dating anyone and she doesn't go out at night, but she likes the comfort of using her own things, I guess."
I move over to the desk and sit down in one of the chairs opposite of him.
"I had the tow truck bring it over to Miguel's but he texted me an hour ago saying it needs to be sold for parts. Her car is not worth fixing. I haven't told her yet because I know she's worried about money, so I wanted to come in here and talk to you first. You need to buy her a car, Chris. She needs something stable. She's a young, attractive woman and I don't want to even picture what could happen to her if she broke down out there by herself."
"You think she's attractive? T, don't even think about it. She's off limits, remember?"
"I heard you the first time. I'm not fucking stupid so I know she's off limits. It was just an observation."
"An observation you should keep to yourself next time."
"Can we get back on track? She needs a car, Chris."
"And you know my financial situation right now. I'm in the middle of an IRS audit and I'm being watched like a hawk. I can't buy her one right now."
"What about the Escalade? Can't she take that on a permanent basis?"
"She could but she won't. She hates driving that thing."
Fuck. I'm not going to let Miguel put a ton of work in her car when it'll just break down again in six months. She needs something that will last her for several years. She needs something that will protect her, and keep her and Alyssa safe.
"I'll buy her the car."
Chris looks over at me like I'm crazy before he downs the rest of his whiskey and then stands up. "You'll what?"
"I'll buy her the car, but don't tell her I bought it. Let her think it's from you guys as a thank you for all the hard work she does."
"Let me get this straight. You want to buy a brand new car for my employee that you barely even know? You want us to give her the car under the facade that it's a gift for everything she's done for us, essentially denying you any recognition for your kind gesture?"
He makes it sound like it's unbelievable for me to be so generous.
"Yep."
"That doesn't even sound like you. It's because you think she's hot, isn't it? I don't know why you want to give her a car and frankly I don't care as long as it's not some elaborate scheme to get in her pants. Alyssa loves Cassie as if she's part of the family. If you end up fucking her over then I'll have one sad little girl."
Jesus, he's laying it on thick.
"I'm not going to fucking touch her, man. Pick out a car and send me the information later tonight or early tomorrow morning and I'll wire the money to the dealership. Sound good?"
He's uncertain but in the end he agrees and I'm thankful for it. At least now I know that whatever she'll be driving is a safe vehicle.
Seven
Entry #1595
This day could not have been any better. Actually, it could have been better if Alyssa wasn't our third wheel, but I love that little girl so I can't be mad at her. She's the reason I've been able to spend this time with Cassie.
I've never enjoyed the company of a woman before unless there was a promise of sex at the end of our time together. Cassie has promised me nothing, and yet I still want to be around her.
There's definitely something special about her. I just wish I knew what it was.
Since I ended up blowing off an entire day worth of work, I stayed for dinner and enjoyed Molly's famous meatloaf. I noticed Cassie stuck mostly to the salad and it made me wonder if she was still dieting and trying to lose weight. She still had some curves on her, but they were good curves, in just the right places. I'd hate for her to become a skinny waif. Her curves are sexy as hell.
It's Monday evening and while I would usually be tongue deep in Melissa's pussy, I can't bring myself to leave this house, to leave Cassie. Part of me thinks that if I just fuck her, all of this will be over and I'll be able to move on with my life. Another part of me thinks that when I'm finally able to conquer Cassie's body, it won’t be enough. I'll want more. I doubt she would be willing to take over a day of the week, possibly Bailey's Thursday and Sunday slot.
Fuck.
I don't know what I'm thinking anymore, but I know I have to have her before I seriously lose my mind and my dick starts losing blood circulation. Speaking of my dick, it's standing at attention right now. Cassie's bending over to wipe Alyssa's hands with a napkin and I can see right down her shirt. Her tits are popping out of the lace bra she has on and I can see every inch of exposed skin.
"Alyssa, dear, do you want me to get you ready for bed tonight?" Molly asks from across the table.
"Do I have to go to bed?"
"Yes, my little love bug. You have school bright and early in the morning."
She jumps out of her chair and then runs over to her mother. "Oh yes, Mommy. I can't wait to tell everyone about my day today with Uncle Theo and Cassie."
She tugs on her mother's arm and Molly stands up, laughing as she follows her daughter out of the room. "You forgot to say goodnight to everyone."
"Good night!" Alyssa shouts as she runs up the stairs.
"I'm going to finish some work up in the study. Are you leaving, T, or do you have time for a little nightcap?"
I look over to Cassie who is now collecting the dishes and clearing off the table. "I'd love a drink. I'll be up in a minute."
Ch
ris looks at me skeptically but doesn't say anything before walking out of the room and heading up the stairs to his study, leaving Cassie and me alone. I can't seem to take my eyes off of her and I know she must feel me staring at her, but she ignores me and continues to clear off the table, bringing the dishes over to the sink.
"Do you need any help?"
"I'm good, Theo, but thanks for offering."
Her back is to me as she turns the faucet on and starts to wash the dishes by hand before placing them in the open dishwasher next to her. I'm able to admire her backside freely right now so I let my eyes drift over every inch of her, but they mainly focus on her perky ass in her tight jeans. That ass has gotten me through many solo nights with my fist. I like to imagine myself slapping it, squeezing it, sliding my dick between the cheeks...
And now I'm hard again.
I stand up from the table, ignoring the small part of me that knows this is a horrible idea, and walk slowly towards her. Her head is down as she scrubs another dish and places it in the dishwasher. I stand behind her, which is my new favorite spot, until my chest is flat against her back and I wrap my arm around her waist. Lowering my mouth to her ear I whisper, "Are you sure I can't help you? I'm good with my hands."
I want to remind her just how good my hands feel on her body.
I'd slide the palm of my hand under her shirt and down her smooth stomach, slipping it underneath the front of her jeans until I reach her panties. She'd be wet and waiting for me as I slid my fingers underneath the final barrier between us and rubbed her clit, before plunging two fingers inside her core as she succumbed to my movement and leaned her body against me.
If women only knew the willpower it took us to not grope them twenty-four seven.
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