27
Marcus
“You are thirty-four f*****g years old. You have a daughter and a successful business. You don't need his approval, nor does it matter if he likes the idea that you're dating his daughter.” I repeat the same lines that I've been telling myself the last few days into the mirror.
“We're going on a yacht?” Lily runs into the bathroom in her t-shirt and shorts. I've done her hair in braids and gave her a bath this morning. She looks like the perfect little girl.
“We are.”
I pick her up and plop her on the bathroom counter. She grabs my cologne and knowing the drill, spritzes one squirt onto my neck.
“Thanks,” I say.
“Daddy?” she says my name with that tone where I know a bomb is about to drop in my lap.
“Yes, Lily…”
“You said later, and it's later.”
I wrinkle my forehead. “
