The Boss' Daughter

Chapter 19

It was a little heartbreaking to hear those words come from Molly. I was the only woman her father had ever gone out with that she has liked? Did he even bother to ever think of how she might feel about someone he went out with or was the job basically all he thought about? I tried not to think much about it. This could be different between he and I, so I did not need to dwell in the past or question things. This was still in the beginning stage of things anyway.

"Molly, it means a lot that you like me." I loved kids and being around them made me happy, especially when they wanted me to do things or go places with them. It was so sweet to me. I longed for the day I would have kids, no matter if I gave birth to them or not. Molly smiled at me.

"You're nice to me." She paused. "Well, what do you want to do today?"

"Molly, this is your home. You decide what you want to do and let me know. I'll make it happen."

"Could we watch a movie? Fast and Furious is on."

"Of course we can." Molly walked to the living room and turned on the TV. I joined, sitting beside her on the couch. Molly noticed that every movie in the series was coming on, back to back. I had already seen all of them, but I did not complain. I was happy to just be there with her, doing what she wanted. I could not help but to zone out during the movies, remembering when I was excited for my week off and then the feeling of fright when I was told I would be watching my boss' daughter that week. I remembered how awful Molly was to me at the beginning of the week and then I thought of how I had seen her change. She was no longer a rude, selfish girl. She was someone I enjoyed being around. She turned this week around for me where I actually looked forward to working during what originally would have been a work free week for me. The movie ended and Molly asked me for lunch. I made us both a sandwich and we ate while watching the next movie in the series. My phone rang and I went into the kitchen, picking it up off the counter from where I had put it that morning.

"Hello?"

"Summer, I am going to be working late. Would you let Molly know?"

"Yes, I will." Once again, John was choosing work over his daughter. However, I did not say anything.

"Thank you." I did not reply. Instead, I waited to see if he was going say anything else. "I will see you tonight. Thanks again. I walked back into the living room. Molly looked at me and I could see in her eyes that she knew what I was about to tell her.

"My father is working late, isn't he?" I nodded.

"Yes, Molly, he is."

"I figured." She turned her head back to face the TV. "Why can he not just come home? Am I that awful to be around?" I took a seat beside Molly on the couch as I spoke to her, placing a hand on her knee as a sign of comfort.

"No. Molly, you are not awful to be around. It is nice being around you."

"Apparently my father doesn't think so."

"I'm sorry, Molly." I wished I knew what else to say to comfort her, but I just could not find any words that seemed to fit in this moment.

"I'm glad you're here, though." We gently smiled at each other, then turned back to watch the movie. Molly ended up falling asleep before the movie was over, so I covered her with a blanket and let her lay there while I went out to sit on the porch. It was a peaceful day and I always enjoyed being outdoors. Time flew by and it started getting late. I went inside and made dinner for us. Molly had woken up at this point and had went up to her room. I called her down to eat. Once finished, she said she was going to go watch TV in her room for a little while before showering and going to bed for the night. I was putting away the dishes when I saw headlights outside. John came inside and made his way over to me.

"Summer, you're free to go now." He was being a little hasty and I did not know why. I shrugged it off, assuming he was probably just tired from working all day.

"Okay. See you in the morning?" He nodded, closing the door behind me. I drove off and started heading home when I realized I had left my phone in the kitchen. I turned my car around and headed back to get it. Once there, I knocked on the door but did not hear anyone. Noone came to the door, so I went inside and called out.

"John? I forgot my phone in the kitchen. I'm just coming in to grab it and then I'll be going." I heard a loud thump, like someone had fallen. "John? Was that you? Are you okay?" I started walking up the stairs, then John met me at his bedroom door. He pulled the door quickly behind him, leaving only a small crack. "Was that you? I heard a loud noise. It sounded like someone fell."

"Oh, no. I'm fine. I just dropped something. What are you doing back?"

"I forgot my phone. I called out before I came in to get it."

"Oh, okay." I could hear something in his room. I peered inside and could see someone moving in the bed. "Well, I see you got your phone. I will see you in the morning." I wanted to ask him about what I saw in his room, but I chose not to. It had been a long day and I was so upset that I knew if I did question him about it, I was sure to say something I may end up regretting. Instead, I said goodnight and went home.