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We decided to call Eric while he was at work

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We decided to call Eric while he was at work. She just wanted to take my mind of off my deadbeat dad and I was okay with that. Anything to forget about the man who abandoned me first chance he got.

Why the fuck was he even here? All these years and he just wanna pop up out of nowhere. He must need something. Probably money. He's probably just trying to get back into a rich family. Ha! Like that would ever happen. Mom has finally got over him and doesn't need that in her life anymore. More importantly neither do I.

We got back to the house and I went straight to the shower. I had to wash all this hair off of me. The beating from the hot water onto my shoulders was exactly what I needed. I felt my body relax. The soap stung my knuckles a little, though. I guess I did go apeshit on the man.

After finishing my showers I wrapped a towel around me and walked into the bedroom. Ambrosia was already on FaceTime with Eric.

"Work going good today, bookie? You look a mess."

"Thanks. It's goin' good, though. People really don't know how to take care of their cars and that's more money for me."

"I think you throwing shade at my baby and I don't appreciate it."

"If the shoe fits, sugar."

"Fuck you. Ooooooh. You should see Daniel right now. He just got out he shower. All soaking wet."

My eyes grew wide. Because if he saw my haircut he was gonna be pissed. And now there's no time to throw on a hoodie since she already told him I was naked.

I just wanted to try something new. I had been growing my hair out for a long time, but this weather was getting outta hand. I just wanted to go a little shorter. But when I thought about it I decided to go a lot shorter. A nice fade for the summer sounded right, but Eric really loved running his fingers through our hair.

"Show me."

With a devious smirk on her face she turned the phone around to face me. He did look messy with his disheveled hair and grease spots, but he still looked damn good. I stood there nervously gripping my towel. I'm sure my whole body was red by now and not from the hot shower.

"What the fuck did you do?"

"I got a haircut. Do you like it?"

"No." I'm a grown man, but I may have pouted a little. He sighed giving in. "You look really good."

"Thank you!" My smile was big as fuck.

"You're welcome. You would look even better without the towel."

This took the exact turn I was hoping for. Something to take the edge off of to day. And even though he said it as a suggestion his tone said it was a demand. So I let the towel drop to the floor while their eyes dropped to my cock. The longer they looked the harder it got. I guess being in the prime of our lives we were all ready to fuck at the drop of a hat. But something told me it was way more than that.

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