Ana's Daddy

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

My eyes were glued to him and his fit body during the lecture. Even I can see he should be at the age where he can be my father; that thought I kill faster than it entered my mind. Until I saw this man first when I was sitting in the café and then at the lecture, I never knew I had a thing for older men. Thinking about it makes me see it's not older men that is my thing; it's him. What was his name; yes, it was Shane. I like that name; it suits him.

Emma always drags me like I can't walk if she doesn't take my hand and pulls me to places. After the lecture, she dragged me to Shane and said Hi. After she presented herself and me, I was about to say something to this gorgeous man when I got pushed out of the way. I turned and saw who pushed me; it was Ryan. It turned my stomach; he had an evil smile. He is a greedy bastard; he must want to get into Shane's good graces to get a job. Many other students with the same agenda are pushing to get a chance to talk to him.

Shane still looking at me with longing, just like I am gazing into his sexy ice-blue eyes. The spell is broken by Emma taking my hand and dragging me out of there.

We run hand in hand down the halls, laughing. Emma stops before we get to the door that leads out of the building; she looks at me and smirks.

"Ana, I didn't know you had Daddy issues."

"f**k you, Em. I am not blind you know. No matter the age he is hot."

"Yea, sinfully but he is not for me. I saw Ana. He is yours."

"What?! No, no he's not mine. "

She took my hand, and we walked out to the car waiting for us. Emma sits in the back seat beside Alex. Elijah came around the car and opened the door for me. Before I could sit in the passenger seat, he hugged me and asked if I was okay. If Ryan gave me any trouble today.

I look at him with sad eyes; I don't like to talk about him, but I understand it comes from concern. I simply shake my head to say no. This day was too complicated to explain, and I didn't want to tell Elijah about Shane. Elijah let me go, and I took my seat in the car, and Elijah drove us away. Leaving campus and going past houses on the regular route home. I sit silently and look out the window; everything we pass is in a blur. In my mind, I see his face and the blue eyes that seem to see through me and read my heart like an open book. I wonder if his lips are as soft as they look; how it would feel to kiss him. As if there was an answer or maybe a protest, I feel a flutter, like butterfly wings in my tummy. My little peanut is growing. You can't tell I have a tiny baby in my belly, but sometimes I feel a flutter, like a tickle inside my tummy.

Elijah let Emma and me off at our apartment building; we said goodbye to the boys. Alex told us in the car the guys were having a night out.

Emma takes my hand and holds it as she almost always does. We go into the building and enter our apartment. I only want to be alone for a while, so I go to my room, shut the door, and throw myself on the bed.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up in panic as Emma screamed something I couldn't decipher. I must look confused. I see Emma clearly taking some breaths to calm herself down. She has a mischievous grin.

"You need to get a shower, then all dolled up. I made up my mind we are going out to have fun too. If the guys can have a night out so should we."

"you know I don't have money for anything."

"eh, you are my sister and we have money, so stop being a downer."

I grumble under my breath as I go to take a shower. There is no point in saying no. I might as well go out with Emma. I know she's been lonely since her last relationship ended.

I look through my closet and finally find something to wear. It's jeans and a sparkly tight-fitting top; it'll do. I apply some makeup, but not too much; I am not looking for a man to date. I have enough trouble as it is.

In came Em in a red dress that ends just above the knee. Wow, on her, that is conservative. She looks so beautiful; surely, she will turn men's and women's heads. Emma is bisexual, and her last relationship was with a young woman our age. It ended because it was tricky with a long-distance relationship.

We smile as we look at each other; it's 10 pm, and our Uber is here. Emma had booked it to take us to the club S2; we took our coats left. In just 15 minutes, the Uber stops at S2; a line is outside the club. We usually never need to stand in line. We walk up to the doorman, and he looks at us and smiles. He lets us in and says, "Give my best to Ethan."