The Strings Attached

Chapter 39 - Jace

Right now, none of this feels okay. But, I plaster on a fake, toothy smile and nod at her.

She doesn't buy it. There's a worried glint in her eyes that gives her away, but she hops out of the car anyway. She trots around to my side of the car and opens the door for me.

I laugh and take her extended hand.

"I'm surprised this place doesn't have a valet service to open the car doors for us," she jokes.

"I'm pretty sure they do. Probably off for the holiday."

"Oh," she laughs again.

Yeah, I'm so fucking happy she's here.

Without any reluctance at all, which is surprising, she entwines her fingers with mine. I smile down at her and redness fills her cheeks.

"Oh my god is that a Rolls Royce?" She gushes, looking at all the cars as we walk through the garage.

Her cute little comments take away some of my tension. She even freaks out over the fact that dad lives in the penthouse. The fancy elevator even gets her excited. She's so damn cute.

"Do you think I should have dressed up a little?" She asks, running her hands down the sides of her knee-length purple dress. It's simple and flattering on her body, showing a tiny amount of cleavage.

Fuck, I just want to go back into my truck and rip that dress right off of her silky skin. Bury my face in those tits and feast on her pussy. Now that sounds like a good Thanksgiving dinner.

I swallow down those thoughts. They are making my pants too tight and I'm already uncomfortable enough. "You look perfect." I squeeze her hand and when she smiles at me, my dick twitches again.

I need to touch her now.

The elevator dings and stops on our floor.

Shit.

The gold doors open and the door to his apartment is right in front of us.

I can't do this.

Too late.

The door swings open and a woman I have never met is standing behind it. She's older. A few subtle wrinkles are etched into her skin, but she's beautiful. Dark brown hair lays over one of her shoulders in a cascade of wide curls. Her bright red lips curve into a smile.

"Jace?" She asks but doesn't wait for a response. "I'm Kim. Oh, it is so nice to finally meet you."

Say something.

But I can't I'm frozen and tongue-tied. I never expected my dad to be with a woman like this. A woman his own age. A woman who appears to have had no work done.

I pictured Kim to be a girl in her early twenties, fake blonde, huge tits, you know, the kind of girls my dad always likes to hook up with. But this Kim, she looks like a real person.

"I'm Loni." The two of them shake hands. I was so lost in my own thoughts to see their introduction.

"Well, come on in you two." She steps out of the way and we walk inside. Actually, Loni pulls me inside. "Your dad is just finishing up in the kitchen," Kim says, closing the door.

His place is completely surrounded by windows. It's so light and airy in here. A spiral staircase is to the left of the door, probably leading up to the bedrooms because the entire floor we are on now is a big open space.

"He's cooking?" I ask skeptically. The man has never cooked for me a day in my life.

"Of course. He's always in the kitchen. He wouldn't let me lift a finger today."