i thanked david as he opened the door for me and i placed my hand in his. i looked up at his house and nodded mentally. it was nice for a multi millionaire. long walls, tall, exterior was painted well and everything was in shape.
david and i walked towards his house and he opened the door with his fingerprint and i smiled at him as he looked around at me.
it wasn't the first time i've been to his house. probably like the millionth time. i'd always come here whenever his daughter wasn't here so we'd have much time together and i wouldn't have to face her, not yet at least.
i got to know her father and i know he won't screw me over like other men.
i could've simply settled down for a woman but David accepts me for what i have, other men just don't seem to.
just because i have a dick between my legs means that im submissive and i'll listen to what they say and immediately bow down to them. i am not that type of person.
i love my dominance.
i like to be in control every now and then.
with other men, i never felt that. david let me take control, in and out of the bedroom and i love him for that, so, so much.
i feel like there's more that could make me happier but maybe the marriage is the missing space.
recently he's been slipping and i asked him what's been going on and he said that he was just busy with work. i shrugged it off because david always has work. my suspicions came in when he started coming home (when he'd sleep at my house) late, tired and often smelling different than when i last saw him.
i let him be.
i didn't want to ask questions and it seemed like i was being a pest.
david called out to his daughter and i heard footsteps coming down the steps that echoed throughout the space we are in.
mira came into the living room and i heard her footsteps stppped.
"come," david said and she walked around the couch and sat down in front of us on the couch.
we held eye contact and i could tell that a million thoughts were running through her mind.
i said the first word.
"it's nice to finally meet you, mira. i've heard so much about you," i give her a soft smile as i took in her appearance.
she's wearing a white long sleeved buttoned blouse along with a matching white pleated skirt. her shirt was neatly pressed and the skirt sat beautifully on her thighs. she's wearing white flip flops and on her wrist stood a silver watch.
her makeup was natural. she's honestly a beauty.
her brown hair laid over her shoulders, a black clip at the side of her hair, putting it behind her left ear. silver earrings stood out from her ears and there's an industrial piercing going through her ears, three cartilage piercings (helix, upper lobe and the auricle). there's a tattoo on her neck that i couldn't quite see so well.
mira looks like a well-kempt girl.
"nice to meet you too, miss williams." she smiled and i nodded.
"okay, i'll grab you both something to eat and then i'll be back. in the meantime, you both can catch up and get to know each other and do girl stuff." david said and dismissed himself from the living room.
i leaned back on the couch.
"your piercings are impressive." i pointed out. i could never do more than two cartilage piercings. i did my tragus, conch, industrial, rook and my snug but none healed. they all failed me. it's my fault though. i sleep pretty terrible so none healed well.
"thank you," mira smiled.
"you can ask me anything and i'll answer truthfully."
mira nodded.
"how did you meet my father?"
"at a business party."
"how long before you started dating him?"
"the other way around but three months into talking and then we started dating."
"who made the first move?"
"he did."
"why?"
"how should i know? guess he found me attractive," i raised my eyebrow.
"when did he propose to you?"
"a year ago."
"why am i just finding out about you?"
i shrugged.
"whose idea was it to keep you from my knowledge?"
"your father. he said you'd freak out and act insane about it."
mira huffed.
"did you?"
"no. i don't go about controlling who my dad chooses to date." she snapped.
one thing for sure, she's fiery.
i raised my hand in surrender.
"are you with him to increase your business chances, money or whatever?"
"no."
"then why him, when he's 7 years older than you?"
"i guess you can't help love, sweetie. when it happens, it happens."
i could see she was getting fed up. if i didn't know better, i'd say she's pretty bothered by the age gap between her father and i.
"my turn to ask the questions, sweetheart." i leaned forward and placed my hands on my knees.
"how old are you?"
"23."
"then why are you acting like an immature child right now?"
"oh, my bad if looking out for my dad is being immature."
fair.
"are you currently attending college?"
"no."
"why not?"
"because i finished it already."
i raised my eyebrows.
"i left highschool when i was 16, started early so i left before i was supposed to. i did 4 years in college for nursing but ended up not being one because i kept moving and i couldn't keep up with that."
"would you like to be a nurse in the future? like to work and so on?"
"yes, of course."
i nodded.
"what's your favorite color?"
"purple, yours?"
"red. what is a pet peeve of yours?"
"talking during a movie, giving spoilers, slow driving, lack of grammar, being late, chewing loudly, talking very loudly on the phone, there's so much." mira said, "a lot of things annoy me."
i took note of each.
if i wanted to win her over, i had to make note of every little thing.
"are you in a relationship currently?"
"no."
"what's your sexuality?"
"im a lesbian."
oh. nice.
noticing my silence, she speaks up, "does that bother you, mother?"
before i could respond, david came back to the living room with a tray.
he handed mira a plate and i could feel her boring holes in the side of my face. i took the plate from my fiance with a smile and thanked him.
it was a fried chicken, sided with mac and cheese and green.
"how's it going, girls?" david asked and mira shrugged.
"it's going great. isn't it?" she looked at me and i looked at her with squinted eyes.
"yes, absolutely perfect."