Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 25.: Relieved

Asking Annabelle to babysit Devon has probably been one of the best ideas I've gotten in the past six months. As you've noticed, ideas do not harm me as much as my poor judgement at making the right decision. Just take a look at Devon and you'll know everything!

Let's put all that aside to truly determine whether I did something reckless again or not. When I called Carly and arranged a meeting, I had no idea what to expect. In fact, I didn't really expect anything, I just wanted to get someone for Devon and end this madness. But when I saw the young and steady Carly, of course, my thoughts got dirty - she was hot like hell. Since things have gone south with her for more than one reason, I had to make a mental note to never ever screw with your co-worker or employee.

There goes my dream of fucking the secretary.

Alright, let's be honest. The moment Jed and Lenart introduced me to Justine, that dream has vanished. God, just imagining undressing her is a torture, especially because she'd probably wear that scowl of hers and tell me I'm an idiot. So, no, sex with the secretary is not a dream, it has become a fucking nightmare.

Back to (not) screwing employees! I think that's why Annabelle is a perfect fit. Hell, I'd do her to the moon and back. She's hot, intelligent and she strikes me as a screamer. Alas, Annabelle and I have drawn battle lines a while back. She wants something I don't and I want to do things, she isn't into. She and I are on pretty good terms with what we will and won't do, which is why she's perfect for this. And Devon adores her, so here's that too.

It's early in the morning when these thoughts flood my mind. Too early. Annabelle and I had a deal to meet at my place at 8.30 and here I am, awake and nervous before the clock even stroke number 8. I'm more nervous than I was when meeting Carly, but for that, I have a reason and am also fully aware of it.

Carly was a random young woman I met for one purpose specifically. Though, we discovered whole others too. She was eager to have sex with me. Hah! For all I know, she came to me exactly because she wanted a good fuck.

Then we have Annabelle, freaking gorgeous ginger I nearly claimed as a man. She's not into having sex to have fun, she's looking for me and the kid, which is why I'm aware she will take no bullshit from me. Exactly that is what makes her an excellent candidate too. She'll be here for Devon, not for my python. Though, I'm not sure how much I truly appreciate that.

All in all, in many ways, Annabelle seems like the right choice.

I'm drinking my second cup of coffee, because I need something to do, while I wait. The sound coming from my intercome surprises me. I get to the panel and see on a tiny LED screen Annabelle's face - as an engineer, I think it's important I live in a modernised building, don't you think? I let her in and try to keep in mind to introduce her or talk to our security guard about her when I'll be on my way to work.

I give her a couple of minutes to come up, and when she does, she gently knocks, instead of using the doorbell.

No! Let her wait or you'll look desperate!

It's completely irrational, I know! If I opened the entrance door for her right away, it'd be completely logical that I waited for her here, but nooo, the Nathan Stallion Price forbids me from doing so.

Half a minute passes and I can't take the pressure anymore, so I open the door. Before me stands Annabelle with her hair up in a wavy ponytail and dressed in regular jeans and a white T-Shirt with an imprint of Betty Boop.

That's insanely cute.

"Morning," She says and smiles, but I notice how the fingers knot before her.

I return her the smile and let her in as I invite her to enter "Morning. Please, come in."

Annabelle looks like she's lost in a forbidden, dark and cursed forest when she takes miniature steps and never stops looking at surroundings "This is your place? It's pretty big."