The Hot Coach

17. The one where he's married?

Damon

"Old enough." I shrug.

"I've told you once, and I will tell you again that you need to get your shit together." He points at me accusingly.

"I have my shit together okay? Don't show up at my house and question my choice of company. I took MY daughter because it was obvious mom was struggling to understand the situation, so I'd rather have her here, at home, with me." I cross my arms and stand my ground.

"Here? With you and your illegal mistress?" He says the word with such distaste in his mouth, I know its an insult to Elle.

"Do NOT call her that. As soon as Victoria is well, she will sign the divorce and custody papers and I will be free to do whatever I want with myself AND my daughter."

"For god sakes, Damon the girl looks closer to Emma's age than yours." He looks at me with disgust but it doesn't bother me none There is nothing anyone can say about mine and Elle's relationship I haven't already thought of.

Relationship????

We'll come back to that.

"I'm a grown man and I am capable of taking care of my daughter and myself." I say trying to stay calm.

"Also, who in the hell said anything about divorce? I've checked your wife into a rehab facility a few hours out of town." He says looking proud of himself.

"It didn't work the first time, it won't work now." I spit bitterly at him.

"Oh well maybe it will, once she finds out about your mistress, I'm sure she'll do her best to come take care of you and Emma." He looks at me smugly and I restrain myself from telling him how wrong he is and what a mistake marrying her was by clenching and unclenching my fists.

He's your dad. He's your dad. He's your dad.

With that he walks away and leaves. I sigh frustrated and take a few deep breaths before walking back inside. Elle looks distant as she just moves her spoon around her still full bowl of cereal.

"Hey, you okay?" I ask she she just nods, still not looking up.

"I'm going to go get dressed." She stands up from the table and puts her bowl in the sink. Emma copies her movements, and follows her up the stairs too.

What the fuck was that about?

Elle

HE'S STILL FUCKING MARRIED?

I know I shouldn't have been listening in on their conversation, but I couldn't help myself. Especially since they didn't want to talk in front of me. Well now I know why. I'm so glad I found out about this before I lost my virginity to this man.

I can't be upset about it since this was just a temporary fling, but I still would've never agreed to any of this if I knew he was married. His dad is right. I am just his mistress.

Emma follows me up the stairs and grabs my hand as she drags me into her room, instead of Damon's.

"Elle? Like Belle?" She tilts her little head and looks up at me confused before running to a shelf in her room, even her room is fucking huge with a full bed.

"Princess Elle." She hands me a Beauty and the Beast book before sitting in her play table and chairs, which is also of Beauty and the Beast. I follow her, figuring she would be upset if I just changed and left.

I sit down in one of her little chairs and she puts her little elbows on the table, her hands under her chin.

"Wead pwease." She said throwing her arms in the air dramatically, yet giving me a sweet smile.