The CEO's Wife

Chapter 15

Sharing is Caring

Kirsnick Ball

I don't know how this man found my house or what he thinks that he's looking for, but if melody thinks that he's staying in my fucking house then she must have fell in hit her head. I don't like him and not just because we fought. This nigga just disappeared and left his daughter alone to deal with a man that could have done God knows what to her. She's lucky that she got away with only having to make drinks for as long as she did. He left his little girl in the hands in the hands of a predator and he got the nerve to show up at my damn house like everything is cool.

"I'm not changing my mind." I said to her.

She put her hands on her hips and let her weight fall to one side. "And why not?"

Is she serious? She really thinks that she's gonna challenge me on this. She stood in the middle of the floor with her arms folded over her chest. I let my body fall back against the headboard and folded my own arms cause if she thinks that I'm about to fold then she's fucking crazy.

"You don't think that it's weird that he waits until you marry rich and pay off his debt to come back into town like he hasn't been gone for years?" I asked her.

She unfolded her arms and put her hands on her hips. "that's my father and he doesn't have anywhere else to go."

"Melody, listen to me-"

"No, he's not leaving!" she said sternly. Wow, she wasn't going to let this shit go, and I could tell from the look on her face that if I make the old man leave, she's gone turn this whole house upside down.

"So, you don't think that it's weird that he's choosing to show up now? What does he even want?"

"He doesn't want anything," she replied.

"Well, I'm sure he doesn't you paid off all the money he owes and now he don't need shit!"

"You think I don't know my own dad?" she asked me.

"How could you? You haven't seen or spoke to him since you were 15."

"Why do you care anyway? None of this is even real so why you acting like you give a shit about what I got going on with my family?"

"Cause from the stories you've told me he wasn't much of a father. So why you fighting so damn hard to have somebody like that in your life?" I asked her.

She stopped and didn't any anything for a few moments. "Cause, I don't have anybody else. He's the only family I got."

Great, now I feel like an asshole. I forget that sometimes, that it was so easy for us to fall into this life of playing a married couple in public because she didn't have a bunch of family and friends to have to explain this to. She doesn't have any one or anything to run from and because of that she doesn't have anything familiar to go back to once this is all over. She's uprooted her entire life and committed herself to living as something she'd never been.

"That might be true, but answer this," I said. "If he stays in the guest room, where you gonna sleep?"

"What?"

"You wanna let him stay here right, if he does then he's gonna have to stay in the guest room, and that's the room that you're sleeping in. Also, with him in the house we're going to have to act married at home too. We're not going to be able to go to our separate ways when we get home cause we gonna have to act married in front of him."