experimenting and I’m not. I have a feeling about her. Sure it started in my balls but it quickly moved upwards to my brain. I have a brain. I have to remember to use it to keep my hands off Nina Norwood’s sexy ass.
I was up early the next morning. I was eager and excited to see her again. I went downstairs to my gym when I probably should have just masturbated all the tension away. A workout makes me more virile and horny so I should have rubbed one out.
I already have a hard time keeping my hands off her. I keep saying I should have rubbed one out but I’m not making any steps in that direction.
I went straight to the kitchen after my intense workout. I did more upper body reps because I was sure we would do plenty of walking at the park.
My house was quiet. I hadn’t run into Isabelle or Javier. I opened the refrigerator when my thirst became my main concern. I wiped the sweat from my face with the towel that rested on my shoulder.
As soon as I pulled a cold bottle of water out I turned to see Parker sitting on a barstool by the kitchen island. Fuck me. This kid is like a fucking ninja ghost. This is not what I need this morning.
“What are you doing here?” I growled and wished I hadn’t. This kid had never done anything to warrant my reaction. I just don’t like him. I did once but no more. He just doesn’t care that I don’t like him. This is too weird.
Parker lifted a bowl of cereal. “Eating.”
“No, why are you in my house?”
“Jax is my best friend.” He looked at me like I had dementia. “Remember we have been friends since kindergarten.”
“I know all that.” I wish my son had another best friend. “Where’s Jax?”
“Sleep.” He crunched on a spoonful of cereal.
“You slept over?” I asked although I already knew the answer. He was wearing colorful pajamas.
“I’m here all the time Mr. Vandervol. You never notice me because you’re always at work.”
“I’m not at work now.” Punk.
“I can see that.” He took another spoonful of cereal.
This smart-ass prick was testing me. “Where did you sleep?”
“In the guestroom.” He stopped chewing to roll his eyes. “Jax is not gay just because I am. I’m not trying to turn Jax.”
“Did I say that?”
“No but you’ve known me my whole life. I’m not going to sprinkle fairy dust on Jax. His heterosexuality is safe and sound.”
The urge to punch Parker flashed before me. But with my luck I would get arrested for gay bashing when I don’t care who sucks his dick. I just don’t like him.
My face contorted without my permission. “Clean up your mess.” I grumbled as I blew past him. It was so hard being nice to him. Parker’s presence brought back too many bad memories for me.
It wasn’t his fault but I have never been able to get the images out of my head. They disappear briefly but reappear every single time I lay my eyes on this kid.
I ran upstairs and went straight to my son’s bedroom. I opened the door without knocking. Jax was laid in the bed on his stomach. He was sandwiched in between two naked girls. The Asian girl I had seen many times. What is her name? She’s Chinese. What the fuck is her name? Soung! I have to remember that. Jax has been seeing her for a year. The other naked girl is a blonde. I closed the door.
I don’t know why I looked inside his room. I’ve been doing a damn good job of ignoring all the girls, the drugs, the alcohol and the drama for years now. Why should I try to parent now? I had been a terrible parent the first twenty years of his life. I know when to give up.
Seeing Parker makes me antsy. I will try to stay away from him. I will try to refrain from being such an asshole every time I see him. I know he thinks it’s because he’s gay. I’m not even sure he’s gay. He claims to be but he’s twenty years old. It’s better for him to think I loathe him because of his sexuality. The truth is not an option. The truth is, I will just stand behind the lies.
I
I was up early the next morning. I was eager and excited to see her again. I went downstairs to my gym when I probably should have just masturbated all the tension away. A workout makes me more virile and horny so I should have rubbed one out.
I already have a hard time keeping my hands off her. I keep saying I should have rubbed one out but I’m not making any steps in that direction.
I went straight to the kitchen after my intense workout. I did more upper body reps because I was sure we would do plenty of walking at the park.
My house was quiet. I hadn’t run into Isabelle or Javier. I opened the refrigerator when my thirst became my main concern. I wiped the sweat from my face with the towel that rested on my shoulder.
As soon as I pulled a cold bottle of water out I turned to see Parker sitting on a barstool by the kitchen island. Fuck me. This kid is like a fucking ninja ghost. This is not what I need this morning.
“What are you doing here?” I growled and wished I hadn’t. This kid had never done anything to warrant my reaction. I just don’t like him. I did once but no more. He just doesn’t care that I don’t like him. This is too weird.
Parker lifted a bowl of cereal. “Eating.”
“No, why are you in my house?”
“Jax is my best friend.” He looked at me like I had dementia. “Remember we have been friends since kindergarten.”
“I know all that.” I wish my son had another best friend. “Where’s Jax?”
“Sleep.” He crunched on a spoonful of cereal.
“You slept over?” I asked although I already knew the answer. He was wearing colorful pajamas.
“I’m here all the time Mr. Vandervol. You never notice me because you’re always at work.”
“I’m not at work now.” Punk.
“I can see that.” He took another spoonful of cereal.
This smart-ass prick was testing me. “Where did you sleep?”
“In the guestroom.” He stopped chewing to roll his eyes. “Jax is not gay just because I am. I’m not trying to turn Jax.”
“Did I say that?”
“No but you’ve known me my whole life. I’m not going to sprinkle fairy dust on Jax. His heterosexuality is safe and sound.”
The urge to punch Parker flashed before me. But with my luck I would get arrested for gay bashing when I don’t care who sucks his dick. I just don’t like him.
My face contorted without my permission. “Clean up your mess.” I grumbled as I blew past him. It was so hard being nice to him. Parker’s presence brought back too many bad memories for me.
It wasn’t his fault but I have never been able to get the images out of my head. They disappear briefly but reappear every single time I lay my eyes on this kid.
I ran upstairs and went straight to my son’s bedroom. I opened the door without knocking. Jax was laid in the bed on his stomach. He was sandwiched in between two naked girls. The Asian girl I had seen many times. What is her name? She’s Chinese. What the fuck is her name? Soung! I have to remember that. Jax has been seeing her for a year. The other naked girl is a blonde. I closed the door.
I don’t know why I looked inside his room. I’ve been doing a damn good job of ignoring all the girls, the drugs, the alcohol and the drama for years now. Why should I try to parent now? I had been a terrible parent the first twenty years of his life. I know when to give up.
Seeing Parker makes me antsy. I will try to stay away from him. I will try to refrain from being such an asshole every time I see him. I know he thinks it’s because he’s gay. I’m not even sure he’s gay. He claims to be but he’s twenty years old. It’s better for him to think I loathe him because of his sexuality. The truth is not an option. The truth is, I will just stand behind the lies.
I
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