Daddy's Perfect Match

Chapter 2

James's Point of View

Cynthia is a wonderful woman.
Anyone would feel lucky to have her... Right?
She's just what I should want. She's successful and beautiful. She lets me hang out with my friends and have my own life. She never calls or texts first. She's not clingy. She has her own life and I have mine. What man wouldn't want a woman like that?
Me.
Now I look back at my one and only ex little and I realize how incredibly strong she was to trust me and give herself so freely. She had it figured out. Now she has a new daddy across the country. A real man who realizes what a gift her submission is.
And I'm here fighting with my girlfriend because I tried to cut her steak for her at dinner and because I keep texting her to ask how she is, where she is, if she needs me. And she doesn't. What kind of woman would want someone that overbearing?
No one.
I thought moving in together would help. The closeness would mean no more check in texts and that I could take care of her subtly.
I was a fool. Now I'm a fool who is about to have a big house I'll have to live in all alone. I know she's leaving. Maybe not today, but soon.
I hope she doesn't give back the engagement ring. I hope she sells it. She could use the money and I can take care of her one last time.
I'm slumped on the bed in my towel. I feel something on my cheek and then then on my hand. God, I'm crying. I knew we were wrong for each other early on but I still care for her, in the quiet way that happens when you spend a year of your life with someone.

I take a deep breath and look out the window. And see two eyes. Theres a young woman who for some reason thinks I can't see her with a sheer lace curtain in the way. She's sprawled on her bed. I can tell her breasts are full through her nightgown and I can see the edge of a thick and shapely thigh. What interests me most is higher. She's sucking her thumb and her eyes are pinned on me.
She's fucking adorable.
I shouldn't wave at her. I'm in the middle of a slow and awful break up and none of the thoughts Im having about this girl are platonic. But I wave.
The edges of her sweet pink mouth curl up. She starts to move her arm and I see the moment when she realizes she's sucking her thumb. She looks horrified. Poor baby. If only she knew. She gives a tiny wave and then her curtains and her shades are closed.
I stare at the lace curtain and I can't help but smile.