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“This is insane!”
“Yeah it is pretty wild.”
“Like, is he serious? I’m Twenty-two! I’ve never met the guy and he’s just like….”
“Des….I am your father.”
“Ashton that’s not funny!”
“Sorry.” I apologized, scratching the back of my neck sheepishly as I looked around our massive hotel room.
“He must be loaded and he couldn’t float me a twenty here and there?” Destiny cried.
“Dads.” I shrugged, “If they don’t suck you’re a lucky son of a bitch.”
“Ashton this isn’t funny!” Destiny snapped, “I’m kind of freaking out here!”
Sighing I rose from my perch on the bed and pulled her pacing body against mine.
“It’ll be fine.” I assured her, “You’ve made it twenty-two years without that dirt bag, what’s seventy or eighty more.”
“Ashton.”
“We’re going to have a great time.” I continued, “You and me. This isn’t much but this is our honey moon so let’s make the most of it, okay?”
Nodding, Destiny stood on tiptoe and kissed me lightly.
“What are you we going to do on this honeymoon?” she questioned pulling away.
“Well.” I chuckled, slipping my finger beneath her bra strap which was poking out from beneath the strap of her dress, “I have a few things in mind.”
“Oh?” she giggled.
“Mmhm.” I replied snaking my other hand behind her back and moving my fingertips up her spine tracing her zipper.
“I think I like what you have in mind.” She said slowly.
Smirking I leaned my head down to kiss her when I was startled by a knocking on our door.
“Feck.” I grumbled.
Smirking, Destiny sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Don’t move.” I warned, “I’ll be right back.”
“Just wait here and like… touch yourself. I don’t want to kill the mood.” She laughed in a poor imitation of my voice.
“Des that was like a million years ago!” I cried.
“It was cute.” She assured me, “Although I will say I’m glad you’ve improved.”
Shooting her a look I jogged over to the door to our room and threw it open to reveal a guy in a dark blue bell boy uniform.
“Mr. Irwin?” he questioned.
“That’s me.” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.
Smiling the guy inclined his head slightly and handed me a gold envelope.
“What’s this?” I questioned.
“Have a good day sir.” He said ignoring my questioned as he turned on his heel and walked away.
Frowning I slowly closed the door.
“Who was that?” Destiny asked, sitting on her hands and bouncing slightly.
“Bell boy.” I answered, holding up the envelope.
“What’s that?” she gushed, “Did you win an Oscar?”
