Chapter 8
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The past days had all been a blur so when I woke up after a few hours of sleep in Marcel’s arms on my patio I was a little more than disoriented. I think it took me at least three minutes until I realized that I had fallen asleep on him.
”What time is it?” I ask on an unsteady voice.
”Seven. Feel like some food yet?” He asked looking down at me as he stroke my hair gently.
”Order in?” I ask as I try to sit back up again.
”Whatever you want. Chinese, thai?” He helped me get up off the floor.
”Pasta?” He just laughed and damn it was a beautiful laugh that made me smile.
”Sure, I know a place.” He picked up the pillows of the patio floor and threw them back on the couch where he had taken them from earlier.
”You just know the answer and right food places do you.” I said and put the glasses in the washer.
”I might still have some tricks up my sleeve. I can’t bust them all out on the first week of meeting a girl you know.” He said heavy on the flirting but I didn’t mind that at all.
”I get that. I’ll just keep my eye out for the rest.” I winked.
”You do that while I order the food. Any preference?” He said as he pulled out his phone to make the order.
”Mushrooms please.”
I went upstairs to put on something different than my bikini. I started to roam through the boxes once again and it must have taken me a little too long to get back downstairs. Marcel must have gotten worried cause when I turned around to look into another box I saw him in the doorway. When I saw his eyes on me and that hungry look on his face I realized that I was only in my bikini. Everything after that happened so fast. One moment I was standing by the boxes and the next I was wrapped up in Marcel’s arms with my hands in his hair. My lips where on his like my life depended on their contact to keep me alive. The rest of the world disappeared as I melted into his every touch. I felt a loss when his lips left mine but it let me suck in air as they found the skin on my neck the next second. A moan escaped my lips as his hands found my ass and caught me as I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his torso. I'm not sure how or when it happened but suddenly I was on my back on my new bed and his hands made my skin burn. He kissed his way down my bare stomach but didn't stop where I wanted him to. Instead he kept working down my tight in a very undesirable pace, making me squirm beneath him. When I felt his warm breath on my damp bikini bottoms a moan escaped me.
”God you drive me crazy woman.”
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The past hour had been filled with moaning, stuttering words and a lot of gasping for air. I kept playing it in my head and the warm water flowed over my body. The feel of his touch still lingered on my skin even though it had been hours since he left. Emergency at work. I got out of the shower and got into some of sweats. He was clouding my mind that without thinking about it I answered my phone when it rang. It was my father. Fred. I didn't speak.
"Honey? I'm so glad you finally answered." I still didn't know what to do about any of this.
"What is it dad?" I could hear how me calling him dad put a smile on his face.
"Can we please talk about everything? I owe you the truth."
"I'll be there in twenty." I said and hung up. I wanted the truth no matter what it was. It wouldn't change who I was so did it really matter?
I gathered my things and drove off towards my father's house. It felt weird walking up the driveway even though I had been living here just a couple of days ago. I didn't know if I should knock or just walk in but before I made up my mind dad opened the door and had me in tight grip before I realised it.
"Dad, can't breathe." I said and it made him smile a little.
"Sorry honey. I'm just happy that you're here." He said and looked at me, still holding his hands on my arms.
"So, tell me." I said once we were seated in the living room.
"Okay, so before your mother and I ever got married we had this huge fight. I don't even remember what it was about, it all seems to ridiculous now that I think about it. But your mother moved out of our apartment for a few weeks. We were practically broken up, she had given me the ring back and everything. So I never blamed her for wanting to 'let loose' or something. After a few weeks she called me and wanted to talk, she told me that she was pregnant but wasn't sure who the father was. She had met up with an ex boyfriend but she still came back to me. I gave her the ring back and we got married, had you and we planned on how we would tell you but she kept making excuses to push it up. I figured we would tell you when we moved to Sweden but she said that it didn't matter. He was so far away and she wasn't a part of that world any more. We always did everything together so was this and when she passed I couldn’t do it. I tried a few times but something always stopped me, I promise you that I’ve wanted and tried to tell you but I couldn’t. I don’t know how or why, but that’s the truth.” My father said and it sounded like something my mother would do, keeping secrets weren’t a strange thing to her.
”Who is he?” I asked, a bit hesitant on what answer I wanted to hear.
”I don’t know I never met him and she never told me his name. I think she thought that I might look him up and tell him about you. Which I wanted to do at times. I looked through her old yearbooks but never found anything. I even tried to talk to Pauline about it but she turned me away.” His head fell.
”That was why she and mom drifted apart. Victoria said it was because of some guy.” When she told me about that I had no idea what I started digging at.
”Maybe you should talk to Pauline about him, find him. It’s okay if you want to.” He looked up at me and a small fear was present in his eyes, like I would choose that man over him.
”Did you ever.. take a test? I mean to know for sure.” I asked, not giving him a response to his words.
”No, it didn’t matter to me honey. Not then and not now. No matter what a DNA test will tell us, you will always be my daughter Kendra.” His words melted my heart and I pulled him into a hug.
”It doesn’t matter to me either. You’re my dad no matter what.”
”Good, so as a concerned father, when do I get to meet the boy that has been looking out for you?”
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