“Of course I did,” I said desperately. “But not like you, baby, never like you.”
“I don’t believe you,” she said, laughing bitterly. “I don’t believe you for a second.”
“Baby girl,” I said. “She wrote me a letter. The night I came into your room. She wrote me a letter asking me to fuck her. I thought it was you. That’s why I did it. I thought it was you…”
She stared in my eyes, finding nothing but the truth there.
“Mom made her write it,” she finally said. “She told me.”
“Fuck,” I cursed out loud, rubbing my temples. “Fuck, fuck.”
“And you still fucked her,” Kendall said roughly. Her voice was breaking. “You still fucked her, Levi!”
“Because I thought she was you,” I admitted miserably. “She fucking tricked me.”
“Why?” Kendall asked. “Why the fuck would she do that?”
“We should ask her,” I said. “Only she knows that.”
“But you still want to fuck her,” Kendall said matter-of-factly. “You still want her to be your girl, just like I am.”
“Baby girl…” I said placatingly. “I love you.”
“You didn’t deny it,” she pointed out, and I fucking hated myself.
No, I hadn’t denied it.
Why?
Because Amanda’s pussy had been on my mind the whole day. The way she’d squirmed, the way she’d begged for more. Jesus, any man would be going insane watching that. I couldn’t resist wanting her.
I looked up at Kendall and shock washed over me when I saw the expression on her face. Gone was the little girl, and in her place stood a devious young woman with a wicked smile and a body to kill for.
“Tell me, Levi,” she purred. “Tell me you want to fuck her.”
“She’s a little bitch,” I muttered.
“That you want to fucking pound,” Kendall mewled. “Tell me, Daddy. Tell me you want to.”
“I want to fuck her,” I admitted. “I really fucking do. But only if you let me.”
“Good,” Kendall giggled.
I stared at her incredulously. She came up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me right there, on the street. She didn’t give a fuck if anyone saw me, a forty-eight-year-old man kissing a girl that was thirty years younger. She didn’t give a fuck when she pulled back and called me Daddy.
“Do you want me to?” I asked her. “You want me to fuck Amanda?”
She pulled me in the direction of the building, grinning at me over her shoulder.
She didn’t need to give me an answer.
I was already rock fucking hard.20AmandaI was pacing the apartment, feeling nervous and anxious when I heard their voices, and then the door unlocked.
I rushed into the living room, my face still blotchy from crying, and my eyes locked on Levi and Kendall, hand in hand, laughing about something and looking every bit as perfect as they should.
Seeing them together like that killed a part of me. I hated that they had this connection, this love that should have been mine. I’d been in love with Levi since before I could remember, in love with the way he looked and acted, how mean he could be but how loving when given the chance as well. I hated the easy camaraderie between them, hated the way they looked at one another. Jealousy washed over me in a toxic wave, and I had to look away for a second, worried that my eyes would betray me.
They’d made up. Of course they had. They belonged together. Levi had always wanted Kendall, never me. And I was just going to have to live with it.
I looked back at them, my eyes swimming with emotion. But I noticed now they weren’t looking at each other anymore. They were still hand in hand, but now both of them were looking at me.
Fuck.
I was really in trouble now.
“Why did you do it, Amanda?” Kendall asked me.
There wasn’t a hint of anger in her voice. Instead, there was genuine curiosity. She wanted to know why I’d chosen to fuck Levi, why I’d gone to such elaborate lengths to make sure I got him for myself, even if it was only for one night. And what was I going to tell her? I wasn’t even sure myself why I’d done it.
“I’m sorry,” I said lamely.
“Sorry won’t do it,” Levi said, his voice booming across the room. “Tell us why you did what you did, Mandy.”
This was going to end badly. They were going to kick me out of here. I was going to have to go back to my mother… And now I really was crying.
Kendall tore her hand out of Levi’s and approached me. She pushed my hair off my shoulders and onto my back, giving me a quick, tight hug. I was surprised by it, by her readiness to forgive me, even though I’d fucked up her relationship. Sometimes I didn’t understand myself, why I chose to sabotage something so good between them.