Daddy *UNDER CONSTRUCTION*

Bananas & Peaches

It had been a week since the incident with Dante, or Mr.François Jessie's French Teacher. A 911 text from Jessie had interrupted us, and I immediately left the hot man in the dust. Sisters before misters. Despite the urgency of the text, Jessie just wanted to me to take her home because of a fight with her best friend. It seemed that Jessie was not liking her pictures on Instagram, so Becky, the BFF, got pissed at her. I mentally rolled my eyes, kids. To cheer her up, I bought Jessie her favorite mint chip ice cream and we watched Twilight together. We didn't tell Mama we didn't go, and she didn't ask.

I woke up early today, so I could get started on my summer/fall job hunt. I stood in front of the mirror, just showered, hair in a professional bun, white silky blouse on with a black suit jacket and black skirt to match. Can never go wrong with a black skirt. I had my keys in hand, ready to step out the door when my little sis stopped me in my tracks.

"Ash, you can't go!" She pleaded with her hands together.

I raised my eyebrow, "And why not?"

She hesitated but replied, "Ummmmm 'cause Mr.François is coming over for a parent-teacher conference aboutmygradesandIhaven'ttoldMamayet so you need to stay."

I got into my angry mom pose with hands on my hips and a frown in place, "Jessie, you can't do things like this, Mama is only going to be angrier in the end. Trust is a thing."

She sighed, "I know but you know Mom, she overreacts and its just a B."

"A 'B'?" I highly doubted a teacher conference was necessary for a "B."

"Okay, fine a D, but its only the beginning of the year and I'm going to bring it up; I promise!" She gave me her puppy dog eyes and stuck out her pinkie for a pinkie promise.

I pinkie promised her, but reminded her, "Jessie, if there is anything serious going on don't be afraid to talk to me. I'm here for you."

She gave me her biggest, brightest smile and a huge bear hug. "Thanks Ash, I know." I returned the hug, and thats when there was a knock at the door. Jessie went to go answer it.

"Hi! Mr. François!" She opened the door letting him in. My heart beat immediately began to drum against my chest, reminded for our past activities. I gazed at the man, admiring how my wet dreams of him did him no justice. He looked around 6' 3" and had a slight stubble on his sculpted jaw line. His every step flexed and contracted the lean muscles on his body. He wore jeans with a black shirt today and his mane of slightly greyed brown locks was a little teased.

I wanted to mess it up even more.

He looked equally hot in casual clothes. The short sleeves revealed gorgeous tattoos, full of minimalistic scenes of space to Japanese scripture. 

I greeted him, "Hi Dante, how's it going?" It felt a little awkward saying hi to him, but we had already met, kinda, and I wasn't going to act like we never did. 'Cause oh hell yes we did.

He gave this look of surprise which surprised me, and said, "Sorry, have we met before?"

I was shocked and furious. Thanks for humiliating me you hot piece of shît. I kept my cool though. Two can play it this game.

"Oh yeah, my bad, you just look so similar to  this one guy who I hooked up with named Dante. Sorry, must be a concidence, or doppelgängers actually exist." I faked a laugh. "Anyway, nice to meet you Mr.François, my name is Ash Johal. Jessie's older sister." I extended my hand, all smiles and fluttering eyelashes.