Daddy Material

I'm Korean, You Idiot

Did she really just do that? She just gave me a boner on purpose and then left me high and dry. For dinner! What kind of bullshit was that?

I flopped back onto her bed and groaned. I was 99% positive now that that girl knew what she did to me. Maybe I should amend that five months because what I really wanted to do right now was go downstairs and bring her ass up to one of these bedrooms to finish what she started.

The main reason was for me to get my confidence up and I was feeling pretty confident right now. Though that might have been my dick talking because it was also not happy to have been abandoned. Fuck it.

I got up and went downstairs, fully ready to catch what I had been chasing after for thirteen years. The temperature had gone up a few degrees, my body starting to get warmer from the desire building up. My fingers ached to grasp at Zafirah's soft skin, to pull her close to me and never let go. The want that had been building for the past decade was almost to the point of explosion. It was begging to be let out.

"The appointment is at 9 AM," I could hear Zafirah say. Who was she talking to? "Seungwoo will be there if he wants to be there, he's been the one by my side this entire time! You ain't gone do shit now get off my phone before I block you!"

I walked up behind Zafirah and put my hands on her hips, my head dipping to the spot between her neck and her shoulder. "Who was that?" I asked.

"Devante's bitch ass," she growled. "He's coming to my next appointment." She might as well have just poked me with a pin because I deflated as quick as a balloon. Of course, the moment I decide to finally act on my feelings, that nuisance ruins it.

I pulled away and moved to stand next to her. "Do you want me to not come?"

She looked like she couldn't believe I just said that. "When have I ever not want you to come?" Just then up in your bedroom. "But it's up to you whether you want to be there or not. I know you probably dislike that fool even less than I do." She was definitely not wrong there, and I didn't trust him farther than I could throw him. But this wasn't about me or him, it was about Zafirah and the baby.

"I think I should miss this one. He should be able to experience it too, and me being there might make stuff awkward," I told her. I.E. I might punch him again if he so much as looked at Zafirah. She nodded reluctantly and I put my hands on her shoulders, turning her to face me. Her eyes were looking down and her lips were pushed out in a pout. "I'll be a phone call away if you need me. And you'll have Sejun there too."

Speaking of Sejun, I was going to have to talk to him and ask him to watch out for Zafirah. Don't be fooled by the dimples, Sejun could be pretty scary if he wanted to be. He got into his fair share of bar fights when we were in college. So if Devante wanted to try something, Sejun could easily put him in his place.

It didn't make me feel any easier when I dropped Zafirah off though. And it kept nagging in the back of my mind while I drove to work, when I got into the elevator, and when I sat down on my desk. I couldn't even focus on what I was supposed to be doing because all I could think about was Zafirah at her appointment with her slimy baby daddy.

"Okay, I have had it!" Seungsik growled when he burst into my office. "If you send me the same damn email one more time, I will quit!"

"What?" I asked, looking at my computer. My eyes widened as I saw I had sent Seungsik one email 23 times in two minutes. I looked up at my friend sheepishly. "Sorry about that."

"Do I need to call Hanse to look at your computer or are you trying to annoy me?" Seungsik asked.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "Zafirah's at her doctor's appointment with Devante, and I can't really focus. All I can think about is that sleaze saying something or doing something."