I still hadn't even heard from her today, which was honestly no surprise. The last time I had talked to her was last week and she told me she was in Vegas with her producer / boyfriend shooting a new movie. I had to hold back on the smart ass comments that wanted to come barreling out of my mouth when she tried to refer to herself as an actress.
To be honest, I couldn't blame my "dad." I mean, who would want the entire world to know they knocked up one of the biggest porn stars in the industry? Yeah, not too many fucking people. I remember the exact day I found out exactly what my mom did for a living. It was the first day of sixth grade and an older boy strolled into the locker room bragging about how he had watched a movie of my mom being screwed from behind. I ended up setting him and the rest of the school straight from talking shit about her when my fist clashed against his nose, breaking it.
I followed Sophia into the kitchen as she announced my arrival to the room. I waved to everyone, noticing some familiar and not-so-familiar faces. Tommy was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand, talking to an older guy and pointing towards the TV playing a football game. I turned around, spotting Jamie and another woman busy in the kitchen with cooking utensils and bowls spread along the countertops. Scanning the room, I looked for the dark haired beauty, but she was missing.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Keegan," Jamie said. "Would you like something to drink while you wait for dinner? It shouldn’t be too much longer."
"If my sister doesn't burn everything," the older guy sitting by Tommy called out from across the room, laughing. “I was frightened when you told me you were making dinner this year. I remember when you tried to cook brownie mix in the microwave instead of the stove.”
“David and Janis, this is our neighbor, Keegan. He's the one who has been giving Daisy rides to school,” Tommy said, introducing me from across the room.
David slid out of his seat. "Nice to meet you, boy." I looked at the guy holding his hand out to me who I was assuming was Daisy's dad. His clothing was the first thing I noticed. While everyone else was decked out in their dress clothes, he was wearing a faded pair of old blue jeans and a red, flannel shirt. His hair matched Daisy's perfectly black locks to a tee. She was a spitting image of her father.
"You, too," I answered, sticking out my hand and grasping his firm handshake.
"Hi Keegan," Daisy's silvery voice sang out from behind me and I spun around to catch her sashay into the kitchen. My eyes swelled. Damn, she looked good. Her curly hair was pulled back with a black headband, which was almost as dark as her hair with shiny small gemstones around it. Her body was covered into a tight, purple dress that hugged every inch of her, causing images to replay in my brain of the night I had to undress her. Even though I was a good boy, I had to admit, I did sneak a peek at her never-ending curves.
With the exception of the drunken episode at Lane's, she hardly ever dressed up like half of the other chicks at school, usually only wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Unfortunately, a pair of black panty hose covered the rest of her legs that weren’t covered by her dress. It was the first time I had witnessed someone under the age of sixty wear those, but they looked bangin' on her. A tall pair of black boots with a small heel hit her directly under the kneecaps. Visions of me taking her only wearing only those hot ass boots shot through my mind. Goddamn, those legs would wrap perfectly around my waist.
"You kept your promise," she said, low, coming in closer. I noticed traces of makeup on her face. Her lips were a dark, crimson red that I wanted to drag my tongue across and taste.
"You take your promises very seriously, remember" I replied, smiling. "You look amazing."
"You don't look so bad yourself," she beamed, edging me with her elbow and walking towards her mother to give her a hug. At that moment, she was a different Daisy than I had grown accustomed to. The fake smile she usually thought she was pulling off, but wasn't, was now a shining, authentic grin. I stared at her; the girl I knew had been hurt deep inside but endeavored to put up a front. I had witnessed her breakdowns twice and I yearned to fix them; to change them into the woman laughing in the kitchen and helping her mom cook.
"Come in here, Keegan," Tommy hollered, patting the seat next to him. I sat down and watched the game with them. I was unable to hold back my laughter when Daisy’s dad shouted at the TV every time the opposing team he was rooting for scored.
“Come on, Luck! Run the damn ball!” David groaned. “You watch ball?” He asked, looking at me when a commercial played across the screen.
“Yeah.” I wasn’t a huge sports fan, but I did make sure I went to all of Lane’s football games.
“David here thinks the Colts are going to beat the Patriots,” Tommy mocked, pointing his beer bottle towards the TV. “Luck will never be able to take on my man, Brady.”
“Bullshit. Brady is getting too old. Luck is new and prime,” David argued. “Ain’t no one that can say the Colts aren’t the best team this season.”
“Brady is one of those top ranking quarterbacks in the country!”