Chapter 32 Alexis
ALEXIS
As I pull out of the parking lot with a goofy ass smile on my face, I release a breath.
I didn’t come here with the intent of having sex, but it definitely worked out.
I squirm in my seat, remembering the way Finn licked me clean after we both came on his desk.
It was one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced.
Then the tender way he retied my straps and held my hand in the elevator.
Damn, he is ruining me, chipping away at my carefully built walls each time I'm with him.
Stopping for a red light, I rest my forehead on the steering wheel.
I didn’t get around to asking about us, but in my defense, all rational thought flew from my head when I saw him looking all Fifty Shades of Grey behind that desk with his sleeves rolled up.
We need to sort our shit out, but I’ll see him again in a little over a week. Maybe then we'll talk.
Damn, though, that man knows how to please a woman, so sure of himself and dominant. After he licked me clean and gave me round two, I nearly went all Oliver Twist on him, begging, “Please, sir, can I have some more?” I laugh at my own joke as I pull onto the highway and make my way home.
The rest of the week is absolutely insane between work and packing—I really have way too much shit.
Marcee stays with her dad, giving me the place to myself.
After having a roommate for the last four years, it was nice to just be on my own.
I'll miss seeing Marcee every single day, but she's only two floors below me, so I'm sure we’ll still see each other all the time.
My head is still all over the place where Finn is concerned, but I decide to not over analyze everything and just relax until next weekend when we move into our new places.
Marcee should be back in the morning, so I'm enjoying me-time, lounging on the couch in Finn’s T-shirt.
I just finished watching American Pie, a true classic in my opinion, and I’ll fight anyone that says otherwise.
I hit play on Varsity Blues when I get a FaceTime request from Finn, whose name is now ‘Daddy’ in my phone.
He hasn’t called since I left his office, but I find myself almost giddy about seeing his face.
“Hey there, beautiful.”
“Hey yourself.” I try to contain the dorky smile, but I know I'm failing miserably. “I’m surprised to hear from you.” He’s down on the beach and the sunset in the background is breathtaking, making me ache to be there with him.
“Yeah, I wanted to go for a run before dinner with Marcee and suddenly was missing your face.”
Melt me into a puddle of goo…I usually have firm walls around my heart when I'm with guys, kind of a hit-it-and-quit-it mentality. Jax was my first foray into the relationship scene and that ended spectacularly, but with Finn, I can feel my walls breaking down more and more with each passing day. It’s exciting and scary as hell, to be honest. Thank you to my father for all the trust issues.
“How ironic, I found myself missing you tonight, too.” I hold the phone out so he can see what shirt I'm wearing then pan over to the TV where Varsity Blues is playing.
“Now you’re just being mean, watching my favorite movie while looking sexy as fuck in my shirt, all while I'm miles away,” he teases as his voice deepens.
I bite my lower lip to stop myself from smiling too much before I move the camera back to me.
“God, Lex, you’re beautiful, you know that?
” The joking tone in his voice is gone, his eyes drinking me in.
I don’t know how to take compliments like this.
I'm used to being called hot or sexy, but to have someone call me beautiful in an almost reverent tone is so foreign to me.
As I muddle through how to respond, another call beeps in.
Incoming Call: Dad
What the fuck? I mentally try to calculate the last time my dad called when it wasn’t a holiday or birthday and come up blank.
“Hey, Finn, sorry, but my dad is calling, which happens, well…never. I think I should take it.”
“Yeah, of course.” His voice softens. “See you in a few days, Lex.” I smile and disconnect with Finn, switching to the line with my dad.
“Hi, Dad.” I sound way too chipper, my go-to response when I’m trying to cover up unwanted emotions, but I'm panicking and don’t know how to act.
“Hey, Alexis, how are you doing?” My brain short-circuits, and I can’t think of anything to say. I hop up and start pacing, pulling at my hair. It’s a nervous tick I thought I had outgrown, but apparently not.
“Hello, Alexis, are you still there?”
Dammit. “Oops, yeah, sorry, I…uh. I dropped my phone. What did you say?” He laughs awkwardly. At least I’m not alone in that, huh?
“I asked how you are doing. Have classes started back up yet?” What is happening?
He has literally never asked me about school or anything.
“I’m good, classes start in two weeks, but I took a summer class so I could work in a couple extra courses and possibly apply to an advanced program in the spring. ”
“Wow, what advanced program are you thinking about?”
“I’m almost done with my kinesiology degree and debating going into physical therapy.”
“That’s very impressive, Alexis.”
I’m sweating, why am I sweating? I must be having a stroke or some psychotic episode because no way in hell am I having this conversation with my dad.
“Thanks. I’m also moving this weekend. I’ve been sharing an apartment with Marcee, my best friend, but for our last year, we decided to have our own places.”
“You’re moving this weekend?”
“Yep, I get the keys to my place on Thursday and the movers will be here Friday morning to haul the big stuff over, and then Marcee’s dad is coming to help us unpack and get settled.”
“I thought you said you’re getting separate places, why would her dad be with you?”
My palms start sweating again as I look down at the shirt I’m wearing. Oh, you know, because I fucked him in the bathroom at a club, before he made me squirt in his car, then gave him a blowjob in his kitchen before he ate me out…let’s not forget going at it on his desk.
Clearing my throat, hoping to stem the spiral of thoughts.
“We got apartments in the same building, so if I need help, I’m sure he will be willing, but he’ll be here to help his own kid, of course.
” I hope that was a coherent response, but I get nervous as the silence stretches.
I'm a second away from blabbering when he finally speaks.
“I could come.”
“Come again?” For a second, my mind goes completely blank from the shock of his words.
“I was supposed to go to a conference this weekend, but there’s a hurricane headed that way and it was cancelled. I could ask my assistant to leave those days open and come help, if you want.”
My voice fails me, and tears well up in my eyes. Well, this is fucking embarrassing.
“S-sure. I mean, yes, yeah, that…uh, that would be nice, Dad.”
“Okay, then I will. I'm sending you my assistant's number; text her your new address so she can book me a hotel, and I'll see you on Friday.”
“Sounds good, see you then.”
As I hang up, a new contact is sent. With trembling fingers, I text the info, and an hour later, I get his flight and hotel confirmation.
All my plans for the night are forgotten.
I sit and stare at the wall, wondering if I dreamed this up.
Of course, if I were to dream about my dad showing up, I’m fairly certain it would’ve been a hell of a lot less awkward and with less stuttering.
Definitely less stuttering and rambling thoughts of fucking my friend’s dad while talking to my own dad, because that is kinda fucked up.
My hands won’t stop shaking. I grab my phone to call the only person I can think of, then stop.
He has let me down so many times; do I really dare get my hopes up?
Do I even tell her he’s coming? It’s the first time he called himself, or actually bought tickets, but I also know he is rich enough to not care if he wastes the cost of a ticket or hotel.
I fiddle with my phone, finally hitting send on the text I typed out.
Me:
Something fucking weird happened!
Marcee:
OOOOhhh I hope it’s juicy, or dirty, or juicy and dirty!
Me:
Eww you’re starting to sound like me, it's probably good you’re getting away from my bad influence!
Marcee:
Spill!
Me:
My dad called!
My phone rings a second later.
“What do you mean your dad called? Like, actually he called, or his assistant called, as him?”
“Actually him!”
“How was it? What did he say?”
“It was awkward as fuck, and he wants to help me move.”
“No, my gosh!”
“Yeah, I’m freaking out, Marce.”
“Do you actually think he’ll come?” There’s a sharp gasp. “Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, that was rude of me to say. Of course, he will come.”
“I love you Marcee, and do not apologize, it's a very valid question. He bought tickets and booked a hotel, which he’s never done, so I would say there is a thirty to forty percent chance he will actually show.”
“Be positive, there's gotta be at least a fifty-fifty chance he will come!”
“He has never seen any place we’ve lived. I have only seen him once since graduating high school. It’s going to be so freaking weird, Marcee.”
“Well, all I know is you better hide the contents of your nightstand just in case he comes, he might be traumatized if he sees all that.”
I fall onto my bed laughing—I really needed this. “Just because you were scandalized by my monster cock dildo doesn’t mean anyone else would be.”
“Lexie, all dads in the world would be scandalized seeing your monster cock dildo!”
There’s a muffled squeal, then I hear her phone hit the floor, followed by the rustling of her snatching it back up before I hear her gasping for air, laughing so hard she can’t speak.
“Marcee?”
“Lexie! My dad walked in just as I mentioned your monster dildo!”
As I laugh, picturing her horror at her dad even hearing her say those words, my phone bings.
Daddy:
Monster cock dildo huh? Do I even want to know?
Me:
Be nice and I'll give you a personal demonstration.
Daddy:
I’m not sure I can wait 79 hours…
I inwardly squeal—he’s counting the hours. “Hey, Marcee, I'm going to get ready for bed, don’t die from embarrassment. Love you!”
“Love you, Lexie, see you tomorrow.”
Me:
Open the next message when you’re alone ;)
I roll over and reach into my nightstand. Grabbing the lube and my extra-large monster cock dildo, I snap a picture of it disappearing into my pussy. “And send.” A devious little laugh escapes me before I go for a round of self-care.
Daddy:
Fuck…