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  “Charlotte’s fine. She likes it here. It’s the only home she’s ever known. That room has been hers and hers alone since the day she came home from the hospital. I don’t want to throw anymore curveballs her way.”

  “It’s not a curveball. It’s a chance to make more friends and live a better lifestyle. You could even send her to the best schools in the state, or get her a private tutor, or a piano. It will be good for her.”

  “Please don’t be like everybody else and tell me what I need to do.”

  “You need help.”

  “I don’t need help! I’ve got dad all over me renting me out like I’m a manwhore. Why? So he can get a few campaign dollars under the disguise of trying to help me move on. And now you’re asking me to do something I don’t want to do. Everybody wants me to do what I don’t want to do. I’m a grown man. I know what’s best for Charlotte and I and that’s what I’m going to do. Period.”

  I feel Harmony’s arms release me as she raises her hands towards the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

  I blow out all the air that had worked its way into my lungs during my tirade. “I’m sorry too.” There I go holding my breath again. Old habits die hard. “Come here, sis.”

  Harmony comes back to me and we hug. It feels good to know she cares about me, but I just wish people would stop offering unsolicited advice and let me live my life my way.

  “How are the girls dad’s sending your way. Are they hot at least?”

  “Some of them look like the girls we pick up at two in the morning from some of the rundown hotels downtown.”

  “That bad?”

  “Guys seem to stare quite a bit, but they’re pretty rough on the eyes if you ask me.”

  “You always liked the natural look. Not even any eyeliner or a moisturizing conditioner.”

  “I’m not really sure what a moisturizing conditioner is or what it looks like, but I do know nothing beats that fresh out of the shower look. Not a woman alive that looks more beautiful than she does at that moment.”

  “Thank you, Chance. I wish other men thought that way. Shoot, I wish women thought that way.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “All these make-up companies getting rich making you ladies feel like you don’t look good enough just the way you are. Bunch of baloney if you ask me.”

  “Thanks, big brother.”

  “No need to thank me. I’m just saying it how it is. And I’m the one who should thank you for looking after Charlotte.”

  “I love it. Not to mention there’s not much else for a failed L.A. actress in Vegas to do.”

  “You don’t fail until you quit. You’re still putting in the work. It’s only a matter of time.”

  “I wish I was as optimistic as you.”

  “You should be. You’ve got talent.”

  “Thank you. On that note, I think it’s time for me to scoot. I need to practice some lines tomorrow and I want to leave on a high note.”

  “I’m bushed as it is.”

  I show sis to the door and head back upstairs. Charlotte’s brushed her teeth and is in bed with a book.

  “Wow! Somebody is doing everything perfectly tonight.”

  “Can you read me a story, dad?”

  “You betcha,” I say.

  She offers me the book in her hand. I flip it over and see the familiar cover of Doctor Seuss. I don’t know who’s more excited now, me or her.

  “The sun did not shine.

  It was too wet to play.

  So we sat in the house.

  All that cold, cold, wet day,”

  I look out of the corner of my eye and see she’s already fading fast.

  “I sat there with Sally.

  We sat there, we two.”

  I can hear her breathing has changed. I carefully slide my hand underneath her spare pillow and remove the flashlight. I can’t help but smile. If she’s going to test her bedtime limits at least she’s doing it by reading. Nothing wrong with that.

  I quietly move to the door and flip off the light.

  “I’mmm…lisss..tennn…innng.”

  And I’m watching her in the moonlight coming through her window and shining on her little face.

  It’s a beautiful moment. I just wish her mother was here so I could hold her and we could share it together.

  I look back at the moon. It’s full and bright and so perfect. It’s shining right on our little angel.

  “I know that’s you,” I say. “I know you’re letting me know you’re up there shining your light on us. I’m here thinking about you. Always and forever.”

  I quietly shut the door and exit the room.

  I put my back against the wall in the hallway and feel my knees get weak. My back slides down the wall until my butt reaches my heels. I kick my feet out and bury my head in my hands.

  Damn I miss that woman.

  CHAPTER 10

  Violet

  The next day

  “Damn. You are so gorgeous.”

  I undress slowly as he lies there in bed stroking himself. His eyes run up and down my body before locking on mine.

  “I’ve never seen a woman so perfect.”

  His words alone get me wet. The fact that he’s got his huge cock out stroking it up and down has me dripping.

  He strokes with one hand and motions with his index finger on the other.

  “Come here. You’re going to ride this.”

  “I want to,” I say.

  “And you’re not going to stop until I feel you cum all over me. And then you know what?”

  “No,” I say. My voice is soft. It couldn’t be more different than the authority that comes through in his policeman tone. He’s not firm and fair. He’s demanding, and hearing him tell me exactly what’s going to happen has me falling right in line.

  I move to the edge of the bed and he takes my hand, guiding me onto the bed and into position.

  His hand comes off his cock and I line up my slit right on his rod. I can feel the tip of his dick preparing to split my folds.

  I take a deep breath, preparing for the one moment in my life I’ve both waited on for so long and also that I can never do again. There’s only one first time. I want him to be my first and my last.

  I exhale and allow my body to relax so it can slide down his pole. Suddenly big hands grab me by the waist denying me the pleasure I want so bad. I know his cock is thirsty for my juices to wrap around his dick. I can see it in his eyes and in his erection, which is straight as a flagpole.

  “Not until I say so,” he says. He’s supporting my entire body weight like I’m nothing. He’s in control emotionally and physically. I want to submit to him, but he won’t allow it.

  He moves his hands forward and back allowing the tip of his cock to slide through my folds, but not dare enter. Not until he’s ready. Not until he says so.

  I squeeze my abdominals and tighten my legs. I want him so bad I have to take matters into my own hand. I try and quickly lower myself down so he’ll impale me, but my attempts are futile.

  “No cheating. If you want to be the queen you have to fall in line with the king, not work against him.”

  “I don’t want to be good. I want to be bad.”

  “How bad?” he says. I know he’s enjoying this…this tormenting me. I’m not sure if I’m angry or annoyed, but either way I’m somehow getting hornier than I already was.

  “Very bad. Very dirty.”

  “You want to be punished?”

  “In every way,” I say. It’s not like I even know what I’m saying. I’m just horny as hell and want to get this big dick inside me now.

  “You want to ride me until you’re dry? Ride me until the inside of your thighs hurt? Ride me until your back aches from swaying your hips back and forth?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s good because that’s exactly what I want. I want you on top, just like you are, so I can watch your face when you cum. I want to be able to see exactly what I do to you. I want to own you, and wh
en I’m finished you’ll watch as you own me as I erupt like a volcano inside you. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes. I want it.”

  “Then that’s what my beautiful princess shall get.”

  I feel his hands release and my eyes bulge as my mouth flies open.

  Beep! Beep! Beep!

  What in the hell?

  My mind goes blank. A few seconds later I realize where I am.

  Shit!

  I’m in bed. My alarm not only killed my fantasy, but also reminded me it’s time to go to work. A double disaster.

  I didn’t get a millisecond of my fantasy fulfilled.

  “Ahhhh!” I yell. I roll over and bury my scream into the pillow as I pound the mattress.

  That felt so real. I felt so alive. I have to have the real thing. I can’t live like this.

  But how? I’m still at square one. Even if I somehow figured out a way to make this happen, Vic would find out and put a stop to it immediately.

  And not just that, he has a daughter. He’s a single dad with responsibilities…serious responsibilities. A life that’s not his own depends on him.

  And I don’t even know where he is these days. Last I knew he was in Vegas, but I know he got a bunch of job offers and was packing up to leave. He could be in Boston, New York, Tampa, Chicago, or who knows where.

  This is so not fair.

  I reach over and finally shut off my alarm. I put my feet on the floor and try and get back into my dream. I stand up and spin my arms in circles with my eyes closed. I heard it’s an effective lucid dreaming technique, but I’ve waited to long. You have to do it immediately when the dream is broken.

  I let out a frustrated whaugh. Half whine and half laugh. If someone saw me right now standing here in my PJs with my eyes closed and spinning my arms in circles they’d think I was a crazy person. Shoot! I’m starting to think I just might be a crazy person.

  It’s a serious question at this point. Even if I were to track him down and make my way to where he is these days what’s to say he hasn’t found someone new? Maybe he’s still in love with Carissa. Of course with my luck I’d probably show up on the day he remarries just in time to finally tell him my true feelings only to get laughed right out of the church.

  “If anyone objects to the holy union of these two people say so now or forever hold your peace.”

  I come bursting in the door like a mad woman dressed in black as I run to the alter and spill my guts, only to get embarrassed by everyone in his life and hers.

  This fantasy I have about the two of us getting together just can’t ever happen. We’ve known each other too long. I’m stuck in his head as his buddy’s little sis. His mind will never let it go beyond that.

  CHAPTER 11

  Chance

  “Are you kidding me? It’s my day off.”

  “Chance, I know but just do it for dad.”

  “I’m tired of doing things for dad. I want to do things for Charlotte. And what about me? Can I do something for myself for once?”

  “I’ll watch Charlotte. We can pick up from where we left off last night.”

  “Harmony, you’ve got stuff to do too. Dad’s stupid dates are affecting all three of our lives and the only potential winner in all of this is him. When will he learn?”

  “You can’t back out now. The girl’s already on her way.”

  “I can’t back out because I never agreed to it in the first place. That’s how it works. You can’t back out until you say yes.” I pause and try and calm myself down. This is a disaster.

  “Just take her somewhere quick and make up an excuse. It will only blow an hour or two of your day and then you’re right back on track.”

  “It’s so much more than that.” I pause again. “Look,” I say. I’m talking with my hands now. Fighting this is just going to stress me out even more. I pause a third time and then exhale hard. “Where am I supposed to meet this girl?

  “Ramses II.”

  “Ramses II? What in the hell is that? It sounds like an new condom line.”

  Harmony laughs.

  I change to my TV announcer voice. “If the original Ramses didn’t help you ram some ladies, try new and improved Ramses II. Sheepskin so authentic we put the word ram right in our name…and we put the ram back into sophomoric boys locker room talk.”

  Harmony’s laughing so hard it actually makes me laugh too.

  “It’s a bar.”

  “A bar?”

  “Yeah, inside the Three Pyramids Casino.”

  I don’t say anything.

  “Are you there?”

  “Yeah, I’m here.”

  “Why the silent treatment all the sudden?”

  “Nothing. I was already planning on heading that direction today.”

  “You were going to take Charlotte to a casino? Is that even allowed?”

  “No. Violet’s working there now.”

  “Violet Victor’s sister Violet?”

  “Are there any others?”

  “Not exactly. I’m…I’m just…surprised.”

  “Yeah me too.”

  “Wait. What is she doing in town?”

  “I guess she moved here. I just found out yesterday.”

  “And you’re going to drop in because?”

  “She’s got no one here. I just want to let her know I’m here if she needs anything. She is Vic’s little sister after all. You know I’d do anything for Vic.”

  “You sure this is because of Vic?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You know what I’m taking about. Wow…this is getting really interesting all of the sudden.”

  “Where are you going with this? I have no idea what you’re up to.”

  “What I’m up to? What are you up to? Have you seen her lately?”

  “Not for years.”

  “Well, she’s certainly not Vic’s little sister anymore.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Chance. She’s filled out, and quite nicely I might add.”

  “How do you know this?”

  “We stay in touch.”

  “But you didn’t know she was here.”

  “I mean we’re not best friends, but we check in with each other a few times a year.”

  “Oh.”

  “She’s a great girl, but I’m not fully convinced the reason we stay in touch is because of me.”

  “Huh?”

  “She always offers up some small talk, but once that’s done she always goes for what I suspect might be the real reason for her call. You know what that is.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Come on. You know she has a huge crush on you?”

  “Violet? On me?”

  “For years, Chance. Don’t tell me you were blind to it.”

  “For like one day when we were just kids. She was one of the guys all those years. She tried to tag along with Vic and I and our friends.”

  “And why do you think that was? Because she really enjoys playing with salamanders and throwing a football and surfing in shark-infested waters?”

  “L.A.’s not shark infested.”

  “That’s for another time, and there are different kinds of sharks, but wake up. She was only doing that because of you.”

  “No way.”

  “Way. Maybe you just didn’t notice because you had so many other girls after you and that was also around the time you met Carissa.”

  I don’t say anything.

  “Are you still with me?”

  “I’m here.”

  “Still thinking of dropping by her work?”

  “I mean…I told Vic I would.”

  “Chance.”

  “Come on. Saying hello isn’t going to break her heart or something.”

  “Probably not, but I wonder what it’s going to do to yours.”