My eyes narrowed. “Yeah if you’re working a fucking street corner. You aren’t getting on the back of my bike dressed like that Chel, go and fucking change.”
She was going to argue back, I could see it in the defiance that flickered into her eyes. It was a trait she got from me. I was a stubborn son of a bitch as well.
“I’m not going on anyone’s bike. I’ve invited some friends down from school.” Her whole persona changed in a flash. From petulant child to butter wouldn’t fucking melt. “I hope that’s ok Daddy?”
It wouldn’t matter to her if I said no anyway so I kept my mouth shut. “Friends from school? Girls or…” I narrowed my eyes. “Chelsea, have you invited a boyfriend here?
I had rules on boyfriends and she knew it.
“Blair is my best friend. Bennet is her brother. We have been dating for…”
I cut her off. Anger bubbling up in my chest. She knew my rules. No boyfriends. I couldn’t stop her dating anyone when she was away at university but I wouldn’t have her shacking up with some spotty nosed boy under my roof. “I don’t want to fucking know Chelsea. You might think you are an adult and all that but….”
“I know dad and I’ll be on my best behaviour.” She reached up to press her lips to my cheek. “I promise. You might even like him.”
I doubted that. “Do you like him?”
Chelsea shrugged. “He’s ok. I guess.”
I knew that look. She might not be totally into this guy but she liked someone. “You got your eye on someone else?”
Another shrug. “He doesn’t even see me.” She finally said. And I studied her. She looked so much like her mother had when we had first met. Long dark hair, the killer body, the demanding attitude. “If he doesn’t see you kid, then he’s blind.” I wanted to make her feel better. She was my baby after all. I was a crappy dad I knew that but she was still my princess. One day, probably soon I would have to let her go and grow up. Not today but one day.
I wanted her to be happy. To find a man who worshipped her. I wanted Chelsea to have every single thing she wanted.
As long as that man wasn’t a biker in my club.
The sound of a car coming up the drive had her squealing. “Promise me, you will be nice Dad. Promise me.”
I groaned. “I’ll try ok but no promises. If they are snobby cunts. I am going to have to tell them.”
***
They were snobby cunts. That much was evident before they had even fully parked the car in front of my house.
Especially the driver. Some tall lanky dude in a polo shirt who almost crashed because he was eyeing my daughter’s breasts like he was a starving baby.
Still, he wasn’t a biker, so there was that. It didn’t mean I didn’t hate him on sight. And if I found him laying hands on Chelsea I would have to break every bone in his body.
Everything about him was predictably preppy. And everything about the girl who slipped out of the passenger side was ...not.
My eyes took her in.
She was tall, leggy and with a mane of white-blonde hair that fell down to her ass in a poker straight curtain. A little skinnier than I usually liked but her obviously fake tits more than made up for it.
I let my eyes wander up and down her body. Not bothering to try and hide it.
Valentine’s Day just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
She gave me a knowing smile. Like she knew how good she looked and was enjoying my eyes on her.
“Daddy this is Bennet.” My hand was shook is a weak ass grip as the boy who was dating my daughter pumped my hand up and down. He even shook hands like a pussy.
“Nice to meet you, sir.”
“And I’m Blair.” The blonde didn’t even bother to wait for an introduction as her tiny hand wrapped around mine. “It’s a pleasure.” Her voice was girly. I shook her hand for a long longer than I had her brothers. My eyes never leaving her face. She bit at her lip, rolling it under her perfect white teeth.
She was young. My daughter’s age but still an adult. And her body was lithe and tight.