Homecoming

06

"That feels good. Don't stop."

A good-sized hickey was sure to be present on my neck tomorrow morning, but I didn't care. The tickle of Kohl's warm breath against my neck, and his grip on my hips fueled my excitement. I ground myself further into his lap. I had long shut down the little voice in my head shrieking in defiance.

"Wait. Verne stop."

I ignored him because the massive erection he had said otherwise. So I continued to work the buttons of his jeans while my tongue teased his earlobe.

"Shit. Stop!"

"What? Why?!" I was so angry I punched his shoulder to punctuate exactly how I felt.

"Ow! Because I don't want you doing something that you'll regret tomorrow. You drank too much." He hoisted me off his lap and put me in the passenger seat before adjusting his seat.

"I'm taking you home."

"Don't wanna go home!"

"Why not?"

"I don't wanna."

The last thing I remembered was Kohl driving away from the Dime Place. I remembered waving goodbye to a couple of drunk college kids in the parking lot. But none of those registered in my brain when I woke up with a sick taste in my mouth, a pounding headache, and tangled under heavy arms and legs.

"Tony, get off me!" I lifted the arm draped across my stomach and flung it aside. I could have sworn that I left the bastard weeks ago.

Even with the room in a blurry haze, I knew that this was not a room in Tony's house. It was too simple—not up to par with the Anthony Warrenthal standards. My hungover muddled brain started firing off scenarios. Did Kohl leave me at the Dime Place, and I went home with some drunk college kid? The last thing I needed at this point in my life was a one night stand. I didn't even want to look at whoever was next to me.

Preoccupied with my thoughts, I didn't notice someone had come in the room until something crash-landed on me, temporarily stopping my air flow. I looked down past my nose to a pair of big brown eyes and a small upturned nose.

"Are you my daddy's girlfriend?"

"What the fuck…?"

"You swore! You gonna get punished!"

I felt like an unsuspecting participant in some hidden camera production, or in an episode of The Twilight Zone. Sitting wide-eyed and as far away as possible at the other end of the kitchen island, I watched Kohl make breakfast and act the part of a father. I was having a very hard time comprehending the situation.

"You want breakfast?" Kohl put a cup of coffee in front of me.

"Can you tell me what's going on—"

"Daddy, you're girlfriend swore. You need to punish him." The little girl puckered her maple syrup covered lips and used it to point in my direction, in which Kohl just chuckled.

And I stared at her in morbid fascination. She had the same blond hair as Kohl and she definitely had his mannerism. She was a mini version of Kohl.

"What's your name?" she asked.

When I didn't respond, Kohl answered for me. "His name is Verne."

"My name is Kori."

Her name was Kori.

I turned my attention at Kohl. My eyes questioning him silently, but he gave me no answer. Kohl leaned against the counter, smirking behind his coffee cup. I wasn't going to let him off that easy.