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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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I tiptoe downstairs and after a minute or two I find the kitchen, I notice a coffee machine in the corner, I could use a coffee, it's only 1:30 pm but I feel like I could sleep for 7 years.
As I approach the machine I pause, this looks more complicated than the one at the police station and I broke that one straight away. I decided to go and find Papa to teach me how to use it. Going up to the third floor I knock on his office door and peek my head in, he's still on the phone and I feel guilty for interrupting him.
Panic sets in me, I know he told me to come to him if I needed anything, but I still feel useless in doing so. If I had of asked Danny or Marion for help with anything they would have just beaten me for being stupid. Anxiously I expect Papa to do the same.
He used his hand as a come-in motion and I slowly slipped myself into the room, sitting in a chair in the corner as he continued speaking, "Look I've only just got my daughter back I don't-" He must have been cut off, "I understand he is the main event but she is the main event in my life currently", A small smile becomes present on my lips as he rolls his eyes at the person on the phone.
"Fine" He mutters before pulling the phone away from his ear, "полевой цветок (wildflower), how do you feel about coming on a trip with me next week?", I pause, is this a way to get rid of me... Maybe he's going to drop me in the middle of nowhere and let me die of exhaustion, or dehydration, or god, maybe he's going to take me back to Texas.
He must see the hesitation on my face before he quickly speaks again "To Las Vegas, I can show you my work in real life, not over the phone".
I relax at his words and nod my head, he has a proud smile on his face at my answer before he puts the phone back to his ear "You're very lucky she wants to visit with me. Next time you can go by yourself" He grunts before hanging up.
Curiosity in me wanted to ask who he was speaking too, but I knew better than to ask questions about things to do with other's lives.
"Now, what can I do for you?" He hums leaning his elbows on his desk, "I um- I don't want to break your coffee machine, could you teach me?" I ask a little ashamed I already have to ask for help doing something that most people can do with their eyes closed, "Of course полевой цветок (wildflower)" He says as he stands up.
He places his hand on my lower back and guides me downstairs to the kitchen, I stand next to him as he explains what the buttons do on the machine "You won't have to worry about refilling it or cleaning it, Marco does that for us" He explains as he gets a large mug from the cupboard above him and places it on the stand of the machine.
"Cappichino right?" I nod my head, "How strong?", "Weak" I respond just like me. I had tried coffee at the police station and it tasted like ass, when I tried the coffee frappe it was the perfect amount of coffee and sweetness, I place a spoon full of sugar into the mug as Papa shows me what to press for a weak coffee, I press the buttons he tells me too and watch in amazement as the cup beings to fill up.
Once it's finished I thank Papa and carefully pick up the mug bringing it to my mouth, the first sip is like straight up heaven I hold back a moan that wants to escape. "Now Marco is usually here for all three main meals but he is visiting his daughter this afternoon, so you will unfortunately have to deal with my cooking" Papa explains scratching the back of his head nervously.
I can't help but be amused as I sit on a tall chair and watch him quietly swear to himself when he can't find the thing he's looking for, after 5 minutes of watching him struggle to cut up ingredients I get down from the chair and walk over to him taking the knife out of his hands.
He's going to end up in the hospital with the way he's going.
"You will cut your finger off the way you're going, go sit down," I say as I start cutting things up, I didn't mean for my tone to be demanding, I pause for a second, bracing myself for the impact of his fist but nothing comes.
He huffs to himself but does what I told him to do, "How do you know how to cook?" He asks raising an eyebrow at me, "If I didn't cook I didn't eat" I shrugged as I finished cutting the ingredients up.
Papa doesn't seem to like this answer but remains somewhat calm, by the looks of his knuckles turning even more white as his hands ball into fists I must have upset him, "So grown up полевой цветок (wildflower)".
After about half an hour of cooking the soup on the stove, which Papa had to turn on for me because I had no idea how to use such a lavish cooktop, I pushed the bowl of food towards him waiting for him to eat first before I touched mine.
He pauses looking between the bowl and I, "Come on, I didn't poison it" I joke as he stares down at it. He scoops some of the food into his mouth and hums happily, "I might need to fire Marco" He chuckles and I shake my head with a smile.
