Call Him Daddy

Chapter 6

Soleil

Last night was a complete disaster and I’m not even sure how to describe today. I was still recovering from last night's fiasco. Everything from it left me feeling numb. I don’t believe his reactions were called for. I didn’t say or do anything that warrants such a reaction or threat.

If anything, I felt like I handled the situation quite well. Yes, I was uncomfortable with some of the questions he asked but I still answered them. I don’t understand the reason he flipped out or threatened to lock me in here and I’m sure I really care.

The man is forty and throwing temper tantrums like a five-year-old child. If there’s something I said or did that bothered him, he should just come out and say it. The whole third degree without context is bullish. He knew damn well why I stayed away but if he wasn’t going to bring it up then neither will I. I’d personally prefer if he didn’t.

Yeah, I probably should have told him about the school, the job, and the moving out of respect for looking after me when mama bailed but I am capable and should be able to look after myself at this point without all the animosity.

At first, I didn’t want to be here or around him because of how I felt; confused, embarrassed, ashamed, and mostly in turmoil. Now I simply feel triggered and on edge. I don’t want to be here, and it has nothing to do with hiding feelings to spare myself the embarrassment of being emotionally and physically available to someone who is out of my league and forbidding. I don’t want to be here because I must spare myself from the mental illness and destruction that it’s already bringing.

Last night reminded me too much of the unsavory moments of my mother. Moments I’ve tried to forget and suppressed. Now I’m worried that next time he gets angry at me for whatever reason he seems fit, it won’t be the plates that get tossed around but me. I can’t live like that, not again.

My mind was beyond preoccupied and none of it had to do with work. How I made it through it was beyond me. On the second day and I was already messing up. I spend the majority of the workday attempting to fix my mistakes. Luckily, the boss and coworkers were understanding.

I felt bad turning them down for an after-work get-together. I wanted to go, it’s not often I get to hang out with like-minded people and geek out on technology. However, I couldn’t do that. The controlling bastard made sure to pick me up from within the building using the “I’m here to pick up my pickup my doll” spill.

I don’t even want to imagine what my coworkers think of the foolery. A few of them have already asked about our relationship. Even though I told them that he’s just my guardian, I doubt they’ll buy it when his constant claim, touches, and the need to drop and pick me up to the company.

We haven’t talked since last night. I had planned on finding out what his problem was but seeing him covered in blood this morning had me retracing my steps. If looks could kill, I’d be long dead when he noticed me coming down the stairs looking at him. In my defense for staring, it’s not every day you see someone calmly walking around covered in blood.

My curiosity is pushing me to ask the cause behind last night and his appearance this morning, but my logic is having a stronger pull on staying away. Especially not knowing how long I’ll be stuck here. Neither the tow company knew when they’ll be able to get my car, nor did the condo association knows when my condo will be fixed. The company didn’t have any spare condos that belonged to them in the state and every car rental company and near is still telling me that they still do not have any cars available. I’m not even going to mention the hotels.

As I stated earlier, I have no way to describe today. It was a continuation of last night and I have a feeling it’s going to be like that for a while. If only I didn’t have some moral high ground about not living off my trust fund, I would have quit and moved out of the country. But that wasn’t me, I liked working and earning for myself.

***

Gunnar dropped me off at the house, claiming he had somewhere he needed to be. It was a little past seven when Lydia called me down for dinner. Seeing how no one else was around, I figured he was still out. I ready didn’t want a repeat of last night and was hoping that would be the case. Can’t say I’m the most fortunate person alive.

Soon as I began eating, he walks in with a Blond blue-eyed playboy model. She was gorgeous, tall, and slim. Even though she had implants and other work done, it suited her quite nicely. I continued eating as I watched them. She had her arms wrapped around his torso as they walked to the dining room. They looked good together.

I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched them, walking and happily talking toward me. I didn’t think they noticed me until he pulled out her chair and she did that fake shock exclamation of me being there. I almost rolled my eyes at the performance. After a quick introduction, I returned to my food and pretended to be invisible. That only lasted a few minutes.

“Sun, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“It’s Soleil and likewise.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. My gun over here always calls you Sun, I assumed that was your name.”

I simply shrugged. Her assumptions were none of my business. All I know was that I didn’t know her for her to be calling me anything than the name my dad gifted me with for the world to call me. I can already tell I’m not going to like her. No, it has nothing to do with her constantly touching him and calling him her Gun. It had everything to do with how hard she was trying.

In the span of five minutes, she was already of the thirtieth question. I was not that damn interesting to be questioned like this. Shouldn’t she be focusing on her Gun?

“How long will you be in town?"

“A year.”

“That’s great, we’ll get to know each other. Especially with you living here.”

“Hopefully, I’ll be moving out before my birthday.”

“When is it? any plans?”

“In two weeks and Hang out with my friend.”

“Nice where is he taking you?”

“She and it’s a surprise.”

“Lovely.”

That was the end of the questions. I excused myself and headed to my room. I didn’t miss the sarcasm from her or the dirty looks from him. Her, I understood. A grown woman with no relation was living in the same house and sleep a room across from her man. Not many females would happily welcome that fact. Him, on the other hand, I had no idea what his deal was.

If the dirty looks were about me being here, I didn’t want to be. If I had another option outside of spending a hefty amount, I would have taken it. Honestly, now I am considering it. I made up my mind that if things don’t come together by the time my birthday comes around, I’m buying another car and getting a house on the other side of town.

After getting dressed for dinner, I saw that I had two missed calls. One from Dannie and the other an unknown number. Remembering that I needed to change my number, I sat down on the couch and logged into my phone account to do so. All these blocked and unknown calls were getting on my nerves. Most of them were from mom and earlier today Nelson joined the club.

Once the number was changed, I called Dannie back. She had started work today and supposedly loved everything about it. I attentively listened to her rave about her day. She had me dying laughing at her antics. Day one and she already has half of the male population after her and more than half of the females despising her. The girl had a knack for drama.

“So, how’s it going with daddy?”

“Don’t start. And he’s being a prick.”

“Details.”

I’m sure the whole house heard her yelling over the phone. I gave her the jest of my predicament.

“Oh sh.t. This sounds like some Dreame novel where the older guy is a dominant who falls in love with the girl but doesn’t know how to properly express it and starts acting out.”

“You read too much of that nonsense, it got your brain messed up.”

“I’m telling you; he’s only acting like this to get a reaction out of you. If you weren’t always on neutral, he wouldn’t have to try this hard.”

“So now you’re blaming me for a grown man throwing a temper tantrum?”

“You know damn well what I mean. I don’t agree with how he’s going about it, but I do think there’s more there than you’re either not telling me or not seeing.”

“Girl bye. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Really? Now you want to get off the phone because you know I’m right.”

“No, I’m getting off the phone because I had a long day and a longer one tomorrow.”

We hung up after she got it all off her chest. There were two reasons why I don’t share that much information with my best friend. One, I hate having people either pity me or try to use me once they know about me. Two, Dannie always had something to say, and nine out of ten, she was correct.

I don’t know about the whole Dreame novel perspective, but the two regarding me remaining neutral and more that I didn’t tell her were spot on. None of them was something I could change at the moment. I wasn’t sure I wanted to either.