Chapter 205: Chapter 205

Tor POV

Nothing can fuck your shit up faster than the girl you've got your cock buried in getting a text message from her father telling her she should come home because it's after midnight.

I wanted to keep her with me in my bed all night and ask her to not go home. I wanted to tell her to tell her father that she was spending the night at Chloe's house and she'd be home tomorrow.

And then I remElaraed that once I was the guy who enforced her curfew. Told her to never lie to her father about anything. I almost laughed at the insane irony of it, only it wasn't funny. It was terrifyingly confusing.

Fuck me.

Day one of having Kyra was nothing short of a dream and I'm not going to let these bumps in the road ruin the happiness we're feeling. We knew it would be hard. We knew it would be difficult. We knew there would be lies.

Is she worth it? Yes.

So I drove her home in my truck and when she went inside she told Aiden that she had been at my place playing with the dog and then we watched a movie and lost track of the time. And when she sent me a text an hour later, when I was back home alone in my bed that still smelled of her perfume and I was missing her like crazy, she told me her father said she could have stayed here. Because she was with me.

Safe.

Was she safe? Of course. But Aiden wouldn't think so if he knew I had just spent hours dragging my tongue over every curve of her delicious body, pummeling away her virginity with nine inches of his best friend, and fingering her into orgasmic bliss while telling her I'm going to love her for eternity.

Now I'm standing outside my sister’s apartment door, wondering if I'm at the wrong address. This is an upscale mill apartment in Manchester, probably getting at least twelve hundred per month in rent. How is my little sister affording something like this? I have no idea how much a hair and makeup artist can make, but apparently it's a lot.

Shrugging, I ring the bell, hoping she's awake and home. After a few seconds her door opens, and she's standing there with her hair up in a messy ponytail wearing a short, black silk robe.

"Toren!" She says with obvious surprise. "I didn't know you were coming over. Come in."

I saunter into her apartment and gaze around at the stark white walls, chic modern decor and furnishings like glass table tops and funky vases. Everything is white, black, and red. I feel like I just walked into an abstract painting.

"You live here?" I ask, not hiding my disbelief. I was expecting a cute little studio with cheap throw rugs, colorful throw pillows, hand-me-down furniture, and clothes thrown around like when she lived at mom's house.

"Um, yes, why?"

"Alone? Or do you have a roommate?"

"Alone. You know I hate people."

"Hm. It’s just so... neat. And expensive. Is this couch real leather?" I run my hand across the soft black cushion. Yes. It's leather.

She curls her lip at me and turns to walk into the small kitchen with granite counter tops and stainless steel appliances. "You want some coffee? I literally just crawled out of bed."

I follow her and sit at her kitchen table, grabbing a thick white envelope laying in the middle of the table next to a vase of red silk flowers. It's stuffed with cash. A lot of cash.

"You rob a bank?" I query, thumbing through all the bills.

"No." She replies from the noisy latte maker, not turning around.

I frown at the envelope. "Dealing drugs? Stripping, maybe?"

She turns and snatches the envelope from me and shoves it in a drawer before she goes back to making our coffees. "No, Tor. It's just tips from work."

"Nice. Maybe I need to switch jobs."

"Ha ha." She jokes, handing me a cup and sitting gracefully in the chair across from me. "So what brings you here?"

"I wanted to check in on my little sister, but it looks like you're doing well." My gut tells me something is very off here. I doubt I could afford to live in this place, so how is she swinging this?

She nods over the rim of her mug. "I am."

"I kinda need someone to talk to." I say, shifting my attention to why I'm here and forgetting about her rent and furniture, which is really none of my business. "A woman's point of view would be appreciated, I guess."

She smiles and leans forward on the table, pushing her long dark hair behind her diamond studded ear. "Ooh, now this sounds good. Ask away."

"How would you feel about being with a guy older than you?"

"How much older? Like eighty?"

I shake my head at her in frustration. "No, like early thirties."

"Do you mean to just fuck, or to actually date?"

"Jesus, Tess. To date." The thought that my little sister would even consider just fucking and not dating makes my stomach turn.

"Is he hot?" She asks next.

I shrug and sip my coffee. "Yeah."

"Rich?"

Shit. "Does that matter?"

"Well, yeah. To some. Nobody wants to date some loser with no ambition and no money."

Kyra wouldn't care. She has her own money, anyway.

I lean back in the chair and meet her blue eyes. "Let's say he's not rich but he's comfortable."

She rests her chin on her palm and muddles this all around in her mind. "Yeah, I would. Older guys are better."

"Why is that?"

"They're more mature, usually. More experienced. Probably out of the playing-video-games-all-day phase, which is really fucking annoying. Older men give younger women a sense of security, I think. Like they can take care of us in every way. Physically, emotionally, financially. I think all women secretly want to be treated like spoiled little girls."

I nod and stare down into my mug, wondering if Kyra thinks of me that way. It wouldn't be bad, because I want to take care of her, but I also want her to have fun with me and be able to enjoy her youth. I don't want to force her to grow up.