Page 30 of His Good Girl

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…

33

FINN

The week has kicked my ass in every way. In my rush to wrap shit up in Dubai, we missed a hole in the contract. Now, the legal firm representing my partner's former firm is threatening to wage war against us for “poaching” their clients. Then, to top it all off, I was served papers for a modification in my alimony agreement with Vivian. According to the request, the breakup caused her such emotional trauma that she couldn’t work and she couldn’t mentally live in the city with all our memories, meaning she needed to move. The mental strain coupled with my significant increase in income due to the new business, she believes, warrants an increase in her alimony payments. Such fucking bullshit.

The only silver lining in the cesspool that is my life this week is that I'll get to see Lex during the weekend and bury my cock in her, hopefully repeatedly until I forget about fucking contracts, lawsuits, and ex-wives.

I don’t think I have ever looked so forward to helping someone move. Fortunately, the movers will do most of the heavy lifting, but we opted to unpack all the boxes ourselves. As excited as I am to see my daughter, I’ve been thinking of Alexis nonstop and have stared at the picture she sent an embarrassing amount of times. I know I'll need to talk to her about sending sensitive pictures like that. As someone in the tech sector, I know all too well how easily shit like that can get out, and just the thought of someone else seeing something meant for me makes me sick.

However, I'm very glad she sent it, risk and all, because I have been aching for her since she left my office. Hopefully, I can sneak away at some point and get her alone. It’ll be tricky between Marcee and Mr. Wayfield, who will be there too if he actually shows up. For her sake, I really hope he does, but a selfish part of me doesn’t want yet another person to work around.

Fuck, I’m a real dick, aren’t I?

I opted to drive my Land Rover instead of my convertible so I can help take smaller loads or make runs to the store, but as the wind blows through the vehicle, I miss the freedom of driving down a long straight road with the top down. It’s just over forty minutes from my place to their old one, and the new one is about ten to fifteen minutes further, still an easy drive, and just another confirmation that I made the right decision basing myself out of Huntington Beach. I have to go to LA and San Francisco frequently, but I don’t mind.

My mind shifts back to Alexis’s dad. I have never formally met him. Once, I saw him in passing at an event. I think he showed up for the Homecoming game where Alexis was named Homecoming Queen, and if memory serves me right, he left before her win was announced. She hadn’t even seemed excited about winning. The haunted look in her eyes when he didn’t show up for graduation sobers me. No amount of time will erase that look from my memory. I still looked at her as a child then and had an overwhelming pull to hold her and protect her that day, and it has only grown. Although there is nothing fatherly in the way I see her now.

Smiling ruefully, I let my mind wander to the possibilities now open to us since she will have her own place. Not just for physical stuff, but I can call her and not worry about Marcee finding out. A stab of guilt floods me as I think about how Marcee would feel if she learned that we were sneaking around behind her back. This thing can’t go on, but damn if I'm ready to let her go. It’s not like it can go anywhere, but is it really so wrong to enjoy her for a while, a little indulgence, a taste of the most exquisite forbidden fruit?

Trudging up the stairs to the girls’ apartment, I find Marcee in the living room directing movers like a drill sergeant. I stand in the doorway admiring her. Marcee really is the best of both me and Vi, as much as I hate to give any credit to that shrew. She’s calm, steady, always organized, and not afraid to step up and take charge. She smiles when she spots me.

“Hey, Dad! Thank you so much for coming. The first truck with just Alexis’s stuff left a few minutes ago and the crew is starting to load all my furniture. Once they’re headed for the new place, we can load both of our cars with the boxes I don’t want on the truck. There aren’t a lot, so I'm sure it will only take one trip. The plan is to have this place mostly cleared out today so we can clean it and hand the keys over on Monday.”

“Whew, did you even pause to take a breath, Marcee?”

Laughing, she looks at her list again, checking off something. Shaking my head, I glance around the place, moving to get out of the way of a mattress leaving the flat. I poke my head into each room, looking for Alexis. She isn’t here. I wonder if she's at the new place, probably, that would make sense. It’s on the tip of my tongue when Marcee finds me peering into Alexis’s room.

“Oh, big news. Mr. Wayfield actually showed up! He called from the parking lot and I thought Lexie might pass out; she looked completely overwhelmed. It’s great he came, but after missing literally everything else in her life, I don’t know if she knows what to think or how to act. I actually feel kinda bad for her.”

Every instinct is telling me to check on her, but between Marcee and her dad, I know it will be hard. I decide to start carting boxes down to my car to help speed things along so we can get to the new place as soon as possible. Maybe I can’t talk to her, or get a moment alone, but I can at least lay eyes on her and gauge how she is holding up.

Two hours later, I'm carrying my first load of boxes into the new building. It’s a secured building with someone at the front entry at all times. I love the added security, especially now that they will be living separately.