Love On A Dollar

Chapter 6: The Shower Scene

Noah's POV

“So Be It In My Dreams” by Dad Sports is playing in my ear as I text my brother Bruce with annoyance. He was supposed to send me a message the moment she got there and when she left.

Noah: How'd it go?

Bruce: She's cute. I see why you like her. Gia and Louie charmed the pants off her, but when do they not.

Bruce was a CNA at Homestead Manor who introduced me to Gia and Louie when I came to bring him the lunch he'd forgotten pre-Millie now. They found me adorable and I found them inspirational which led to them calling me their adoptive grandson.

Noah: Mine

Bruce: Chill, I'll keep my hands to myself. No worries.

Bruce has always had a tendency to flirt with my girlfriends and see if they'd choose him over me. He says he's doing me a favor when he does this….just weeding out the bad ones. This has caused a few too many fights between us both physical and not. Still, he's my younger brother and I have to look after his sorry ass, even if from a distance.

Noah: You better, Bruce. I mean it. This one is different.

Bruce: No kidding?

I ignore it because I'm already done with this conversation. Giving him more will only make him listen to me less. Like somehow me liking her more makes him want her more. He's a s**t brother in that way.

“Daddy.” Millie's little hand lands on my leg, her big brown eyes staring up at me and smiling when I meet her eyes.

I scoop her up instantly, unable to resist her adorable ways. I tickle her, loving the sound of her laughter and how it bounces off my walls. Her mom will be getting out soon and I know shits about to get worse, so I try to soak up these moments with her, ignoring my phone completely as I play with her until she's exhausted.

We go through her bedtime routine, bath, lotion, brush hair and teeth, and then a quick story I try and let her pick out. She's sitting on my lap in the little rocking chair Mom gave me before she moved across the country. It was apparently the same rocking chair she used to read me stories on.

Her yawns are contagious as she gets tired before the book is over. I lay her in the crib with a few whines of protest, but she grabs her teddy and rolls her to side, falling asleep almost instantly. I yawn as I leave her room, feeling rather tired myself. It's as the life is being drained out of me every day, leaving me a shall of myself, exhausted to my core.

Being a single parent is harder than hard.

My phone is bright compared to the dim lighting I had gotten used to in Millie's room. My eyes are assaulted by the blue screen as I squint and try to adjust, finding the brightness level and lowering it all the way. I blink a few times until it's no longer blurry, making out the notification from the texting app.

I open it to find a picture from Willow with Louie and Gia. She sent it to Owen, not me, and I have to remind myself of that distinction. I can't confuse what Owen knows with what I know and vice versa. This is going to be so complicated.

Owen: What did you learn?

Willow: I was supposed to learn something?

Owen: Presumably so.

Willow: I am now a lover of the elderly and have two new best friends. My social life is roaring now that I get to visit Gia and Louie every month.

I snort a chuckle, shuffling to my room in the dark corridor, stubbing my tow on a toy I forgot to pick up. The curse leaves my lip before I could stop myself, but I manage to only whisper it. When I am in my room, I lay on my bed and look back at my phone seeing she texted again.

Willow: But seriously. I was supposed to learn something?

Owen: That was the hope.

Willow: I learned that Gia and Louie are an anomaly and I won't ever be lucky enough to find me a Louie.

Owen: I bet you already know a Louie and just haven't given him the time of day.

I hope she realizes soon that it's not who's the problem, it's the guys she chooses to be with. More than likely she's trying to reform the bad boy vibe guys she was dating. He was a prick, no heart of gold like she hoped, plus he f****d her cousin in her bed.

Willow: Nope, the guy has too large of a p***s to be my Louie.

My hand fists as I realize she's referring to Charlie. I hadn't even crossed her mind as an option. It infuriated me more than it should have, but I will soon fix that.

Owen: Maybe not him. Anybody else?

Willow: Is this a ploy to get me to say you?

Again she doesn't think of me, but only Owen. She thought of this stranger before she thought of me? It hurt to know how low I was on that list of hers.

Owen: I hope not, you don't even really know me.

Willow: Good.

Owen: So you're telling me there are no guys you've stuck in the friend zone who maybe you shouldn't have?

Willow: Nope

Her immediate response is crushing, causing me to feel like this whole thing is pointless. Maybe I should just stick her dollar in her mailbox downstairs and not say a word.

Willow: There's only one guy and he's there cause I can't lose him, or his daughter. They're family and I don't want to f**k it up by being me.

That, right there, brought back my motivation ten fold. It isn't that she doesn't like me or that she finds me gross. It's that she doesn't want to ruin our friendship. With this new information, I will be able to come up with something for her to do to teach her that it's okay to give your friend a chance romantically.

I know just the couple.

Owen: Tomorrow go to the Fruit and Spice Park and ask for Micheal and Shay. They'll be there all day during park hours, so don't be late.

Willow: How many more of these will I have to do until I get my dollar?

Owen: Depends on what you learn.

I'm grinning wide as I send the message, eager for her to be ready to be mine already. She needs to be in my life — in this apartment with me — raising Millie alongside me.

Willow: Good thing I'm a quick learner ;)

The winky emoji ticked me off a bit, feeling like she was flirting with Owen even though he's meant to be a stranger. I set my phone down, ready for bed when it vibrates again. Unable to resist, I look at it once more, only this time she's texted me…the real me.

Willow: Yo, you've gotta come with me to a nursing home and meet the cutest little old couple. Like my gawd!

Noah: A nursing home huh?

Willow: Yes! You'll love them.

Noah: Whatever you want Willowbee

Willow: Oh really? Whatever I want?

I could just picture her eyes twinkling with mischief, in a few seconds I am sure I will get some crazy request.

Willow: I want to take Millie to the Fruit and Spice Park with me tomorrow.

Okay, so not crazy.

Noah: She'll love that. Just make sure she doesn't eat anything she's not supposed to. As in no five second rule s**t you do.

Willow: Whatever, the five second rule is so a thing! But fine, I'll be the only one to do it.

Noah: You're going to get really sick one day, Willowbee.

Willow: It's a chance I am willing to take.

I love this woman.

Noah: Not a chance I am willing to take. Who do you think has to take care of you when you're sick?

Noah: Certainly not Charlie.

I probably shouldn't have sent that last one, but it pissed me off imagining Charlie trying to care for her. f**k off, Charlie.

Willow: I'm a big girl. I take care of myself. Thank you very much.

Noah: You would be under a pile of blankets, becoming part of the couch and dying.

Willow: I mean…

Noah: Exactly! Five second rule = bad rule.

Willow: You're just hating. : P

Willow: See you tomorrow.

I know the conversation is over so I flip the phone over on my nightstand and lay back on my bed. Millie went down easy for bed tonight, so for once I had an hour or so before I had to head to bed. Feeling like my balls will bust if I don't find some kind of release soon, I decide on a shower.

It's her face, her body that comes to mind as the hot water pelts my back, running down my face as I press my hand against the wall. My other strokes my shaft slowly, picturing her pouty pink lips. They would feel amazing around my d**k, sucking at it. I can imagine my hand threading through her head as I f**k her face.

A low grunt leaves me as I imagine her tongue licking my long hard shaft. She'd use her hands to play with my balls as she did it. I can practically hear the sounds she would make as she sucks me dry. My hand picks up speed as I think about her taking her shirt off, showing her large bust, and n*****s I am sure will be a bright pink.

I can hear my phone vibrating over and over again, but I don't care. It's something I can handle later, I am sure. My climax is fast approaching and I'm not stopping for anything. Another grunt of pleasure leaves in a husky tone as a bead of precum forms. My hand fists against the wall as my other picks up speed, squeezing firmly as I get close.

“f**k, Willow,” slips through my lips but to my surprise her voice responds.

“Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! I am so sorry!” I hear her yell out, hardly seeing her through the steam of the bathroom as c*m spurts from the tip of my c**k. I can't stop it, can't look away from her as our eyes meet through the steam. I see her ready to flee, but I know if she does I might as well incinerate any hope of her being mine.