Shameless (1*+) (Book 1)

Chapter 3: Hollow hearts And Green rage

The cool night air softly caressed Bianca's skin as she held her phone to her ear, desperately waiting for an answer. Standing by the driveway, just outside her home, she turned her back and glanced at the stationary front door- he hadn't even cared to run after her, and this, pissed her off for the hundredth time today.

"How's my beautiful babygirl doing?" The deep,charming voice laden with a heavy Latino accent broke out, immediately sweeping away her distress.

"I'm doing fine daddy..umm can you come pick me up from my house?" She asked, remaining hopeful her boyfriend Estebon would say yes.

"Of course my princess, I'll be there in ten."

"Don't keep me waiting for too long. " Bianca beamed.

"I won't. I know how impatient my babygirl is." The man softly chuckled before Bianca ended the call.

Ten minutes. Ten minutes, she'd have to wait- awkwardly, in the middle of the night- this was certainly not how thought she'd be spending her Thursday night; running away from her father and into the arms of her thirty nine year old,sexy, Colombian boyfriend who expects to be called 'daddy' yet his interest in her is anything but fatherly. Yep. She most definitely wasn't enjoying the turn of events, especially since they led her out of the comfort of her home, and possibly into the home of the man she'd been avoiding all the while. 

Estebon was a great boyfriend truth be told- he showered her with attention and money and he was even a good lay, but- Bianca had been in this relationship far longer than she liked; a whole four months! She wasn't one for serious relationships and she easily got bored- in fact, she gave all her boyfriends/daddies an expiry date of a month, then she'd move on to greener pastures, but surprisingly, Estebon had lasted past his expiry date and not that it was anything good- like all expired goods, he'd began to reek and begged to be disposed off. But tonight- she needed him and she was therefore, without an ounce of guilt or hesitation,going to use him.

Right as the mentioned ten minutes elapsed, Estebon's bulky, extravagant Porsche rolled to the side and she was quick to hop inside and escape the chilly night air.

"I was beginning to get cold." Bianca whined.

"Well i made it in the promised time now didn't i?" The man smiled at her. She could already imagine the glint of excitement in his amber hazel eyes.

"Yes you did." Bianca smiled back at him before shifting her gaze outside and staring into the beautiful night. "You always keep your promises, unlike somebody i know. " she murmured under her breath, anger coursing through her veins.

"What's the matter babygirl? What's gotten my princess so upset?" The man asked softly, holding her hand delicately.

"I'm fine." Bianca lied, not even caring to be convincing.

"Don't lie to me, i know you well enough to know you're not fine and you'd never call me in the middle of the night asking me to come pick you up if things were- 'fine'." The man insisted. It was sweet how much he cared for her but still Bianca unlike other days when he showed his affectionate side, was irked by his prying. She resisted rolling her eyes.

"I just needed to leave the house and get some fresh air, my father and i had a fight. " She still chose to answer honestly, only because lying required too much effort she wasn't willing to give.

"Well I hope some dinner would cheer you up." The car came to a halt in front of a huge steel gate and he honked the horn a couple of times before the gate shifted open and he drove inside before sending off his security guards.

"Yep! Totally. I could really use some good food right now." Bianca answered enthusiastically, only remembering then that it'd been hours since she last ate and that her attempt at a meal remained in the microwave.

Like the sickening (to Bianca at least) gentleman Estebon was, he strolled to the other side of the car and opened the door for her, taking her hand as she stepped out. "Thank you." She mumbled almost inaudibly.

"You look stunning princess, dolled up all for daddy?" His leering gaze traveled up her body. Bianca only smirked at his words as she sashayed inside the house. To her it was more than evident that some good d**k formed part of the menu tonight- and she wasn't going to resist.

Entering the dazzling, stylish and well furnished dinning room, the taunting aroma of delectable food lingered in the air, making Bianca feel more famished. Estebon's good manners again wouldn't allow him to watch Bianca pull out a chair for herself, so he did it for her and she kissed his cheek to express gratitude.

Soon the uniformed maid presented them with their plated food, two empty wine glasses and an expensive looking bottle of red.

"Thank you Ximena." He dismissed her with a smile and a subtle nod, before he opened the bottle and poured some of the red alcohol into their glasses.

"So why haven't you been answering my calls babygirl? I was worried. " He asked after taking a sip of his wine.

"I'm sorry daddy, school has been keeping me very busy these days- i swear those teachers are out to kill us." Bianca lied expertly, knowing well that he'd believe her straight away, without even spotting the potholes in her story.

Of course I've been so busy i didn't have a single minute to spare for answering a text- imbecile.

"Uhmmm..." Bianca hummed in content. "The food is delicious daddy."

"I'm glad you like it princess. Before you even ask- i cooked the entire meal myself. " The man stated boastfully.

"Like i believe you," she playfully rolled her eyes," i know the credits are allowed to Ximena."

"Are you saying i'm a liar babygirl?" His voice took more of an authoritative tone.

"Men who can cook aren't wandering around without wives like you. "

"I'd make a very good husband, i'm just not looking for a nagging wife." Estebon argued.

"More like a good whoresband." Biana muttered before taking the first sip of her wine.

"Watch that dirty tongue of yours, or i might just have to punish you." The man's voice threatened darkly, his lust-filled eyes pierced into hers as he slowly stood up.

A smirk rested on Bianca's face as the man stalked closer like a predator approaching its timid prey. Before she could even protest for some more minutes to finish her dinner, Estebon had scooped her into his arms and walked to his bedroom. He threw her on the bed and hovered over her, immediately covering her neck in kisses. Bianca moaned at his vigorous nibbling, a bit thankful that he'd remembered not to start off with kissing her unwilling lips. She hated kissing during or before s*x, it was more an act of love than lust and primal hunger. His rough hands found the bodice of her dress and he gripped the fabric tightly.

"Wait!" Bianca stopped him before he could rip open the dress. " i'm still going home after this, and i can't practically march in naked."

"Stay the night, I'll buy you a new one tomorrow. " Estebon ordered in an overbearing tone. A tone Bianca didn't appreciate.

"I have school tomorrow-remember?" Bianca bit back a growl, the mood that had never been there in the first place had been ruined.

From there on, everything went as a blur, she could feel his tongue working her and exploring every inch it could reach, but her mind wasn't registering the sensations , she rode him like a bull-rider on meth but that still couldn't distract her mind from its pondering.

Why doesn't he love me? She kept asking herself and couldn't come up with any possible answer. She really couldn't get it- men literally kissed her feet, they begged for her attention as though it were oxygen, they groveled for her, gave her everything she desired, they gave her attention she didn't even ask for- why was he different? The only man she craved attention from treated her like she was insignificant- life couldn't get any bitchier than this.

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After the hour long f**k she definitely could have done without, Bianca was once again back in front of her not so homely home. She gave Estebon a forced smile and waved him off as he drove off. She then checked her phone and found no missed calls from her father like she'd foolishly hoped. The man didn't care- why was it so hard for her to accept that?

Stepping inside the house, Bianca was welcomed by the unmistakable, sickening giggle of the object of her Vexation; Stephanie. She then spotted her from the opened living room door. There she was, a blanket covering her crusty, rigid, pale knees which were tough enough to be easily mistaken for a frozen leg of lamb, her dirty blonde hair was planted in his chest and her arms curled around his waist as she snuggled up to him on the couch.

Rage! Pure rage bubbled inside Bianca like hot larva as murderous thoughts crossed her minds.

He didn't have time to have a decent meal with her and yet he had time to be entertaining this w***e??? He didn't have time to watch movies with her yet he had time to watch them with her- while she had stormed out into the dangerous night and her whereabouts were not of his knowledge for that matter!!

Unbelievable! Just unbelievable!

"Bianca!" The woman acknowledged her presence." I didn't see you over there, come join us." She beamed. She seemed to be rubbing in the fact that she was her father's "beloved" in her face.

"Come join us." Bianca mocked her unpleasant, ear-tearing voice inwardly. She glared at her with the intensity that showed her how much she resented her, before she bolted upstairs and into her room, not even wanting to waste another glance on her father.

"What a rude, little spoiled brat." Stephanie bitterly remarked, which piqued some unavoidable anger in Michael. His blue eyes fogged with annoyance as Stephanie's widened questionably.

"What?" She asked softly.

"It's getting a bit late, i think you should head home." Michael told her, brilliantly suppressing any harshness that his voice might give off. He wasn't a bad parent and nobody was going to tell him he was.

"It's only eleven, it's not that late." Stephanie grumbled, snuggling closer into him.

"Well i have work tomorrow and I've already wasted a good two hours that could have been spent sleeping." Michael unwrapped her hands from his body and stood up, not giving her any room to argue.

"I should just stay the night then, it's not lik-"

"No!" Michael interrupted sharply.

"But we coul-"

"No Steph!" His voice was firm." Go home, I'll see you on Saturday. "

The woman stared blankly at him in a little shock and disbelief before she nodded her head and grabbed her handbag. " i really don't like driving so late," she got to her feet, fixed her garments and wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him far longer than the situation permitted., "but i understand that you need to rest. Don't forget to text me."

"I won't. " Michael gave her one last peck before closing and locking the door. He sighed in relief.

Even at thirty two she likes attention like a toddler. Michael shook his head at the thought.

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Bianca quickly changed into her margarita pink silk nightdress with white lace compliments at the bodice and got under her comforting covers. She closed her eyes but couldn't find enough peace to inspire sleep. A lump furiously attacked her throat and she swallowed it and dug out her phone from under her pillow.

She hated what she was about to do. She hated lowering herself to the level of a pathetic woman. Yet she knew it was necessary, she was desperate for some soothing. So she did it- called Estebon and asked him to sing her to sleep. It'd been something that her father did when she was younger, when she had a nightmare or just simply couldn't sleep- she'd never told her father how much she loved those occasional moments, how much his voice lulled her and made every worry in the world dwindle to nothingness.

She wasn't a little girl anymore and it'd been years since her father last sang to her, but still her body caved in as Estebon's voice filtered through the phone's speaker.

A peaceful sleep had engulfed her, for just a few minutes, if she were to guess, when she felt something smooth stroke her cheek- the light sleeper she was, she couldn't ignore it. Her eyes slowing peeled open and meet the figure of a man sat down on her bed edge. She sat up,reached for the switch on her bed side lamp and turned it on, immediately falling into the intense gaze of those beautiful blue eyes.

She glowered at him and rolled her eyes, " What are you doing here?" Here voice was nothing short of hostile to say the least.

Her father sighed in defeat before extending out his hand and cupping her cheek and brushing the soft, smooth skin delicately with the tip of his thumb. Bianca's eyes attentively followed every moment of his finger, until it disappeared beneath her jaw, as strange tingles jolted up her spine and her stomach fluttered and tied in knots. His blue eyes were still staring deeply into hers- all his apologies said.

She then quickly turned her cheek to show she was still not accepting of his efforts. Catching a read at the time, she realized it was only forty minutes past eleven and she quickly found herself wondering where Stephanie was- if she was lying in his bed at the moment, waiting for him to fu-

"Agggrhhh!" Bianca growled and glared at him. Holding her powerful gaze, her father shifted closer to her and something squeezed at her lungs.

"Sweetheart, please forgive me. "