<Just Like A Dad, But With Benefits>

My POV

When we got to the car, I was almost numb with excitement. The thin, white man got in the front seat. He looked back at me and smiled. "I never got your name," he said. I knew he was lying. To see me, he had to know my name, or else the people up front wouldn't know which room to take him to. I smiled at him. "Don't try to pull stupid crap with me," I said. His eyes widened. He grabbed my leg. "Feisty," he said. I giggled and climbed over his arm to the front seat. I licked it. "I claim it mine," I said. "And... I never got your name," I smiled at him. "Richie," he started the car. "Are you rich?" I asked. "Ad revenue isn't great this month," he said, smirking. "What's that suppose to mean?" I asked, reaching into the glove box for a snack. "Well, it's hard to explain." He drove into a garage next to a good-looking house. "But, we're here." I looked around, trying to get out of the car. "Where's here?" I asked. "My house," I was really trying to get out of the car at this point. "Can you let me out?" I asked, concerned about what he might do next. "Only if-" he started leaning closer to me. I just stared, confused. "What're you-" He reached for my face. I pulled back a bit. "It's okay," he said. He then reached over to the car door and unlocked it. "There ya go, kid," He got out of the car. I sighed and opened my door. 'I'll have to live with this for the rest of my days,' I thought.