I’d never stayed with a girl over-night until three nights ago. Hell, I’ve hardly spent more than a few hours with any girl. Mo was right when she said I don’t do relationships. I just do the ladies and leave. They don’t seem to mind, and it isn’t like I’m not up front about what I’m there for—what I’m willing to give. Now, I’m willing to give it all. To Mo. Whatever she wants. Funny thing is, she’s the one pushing me out of bed every morning before daybreak. Quietly closing the back door, I smile. At least she’s been letting me stay the night. I round the corner into the living room. Dad’s in his recliner, coffee in hand. Well, there goes my good mood. His dark hair sticks up in all directions like he’s been running his fingers through it. “Son.” “Dad.” I nod. I don’t slow down on my way to the back stairs, until he grabs my arm and swings me around. “We need to talk.” Fuck. “About?” “I ask one simple thing of you and you can’t even do that.
What do You think about So. Long.: Bad Boy Next Door?
