Chapter 32

LAYLA

I decided to throw on my bathing suit, making it look like I had come outside to use the hot tub. Kyla was still sitting at the edge of the pool when I stepped onto the patio.

“Do you mind if I use the hot tub?” I asked.

She glanced up at me with a curious stare, her eyes raking my bikini-clad body. “Who are you?”

“I’m Layla. The nanny.”

“Dad said his nanny looked like Mary Poppins.”

“That’s Mary. I’m the other nanny.”

“Right. Dad mentioned that he hired the aunt. I guess that’s you.”

“Yes.”

“He didn’t tell me you were just a kid.”

“I’m twenty.”

“Wanna hang?”

“Um, sure.” ~That was way too easy.~ I sat down next to her, dipping my legs into the cool water. “I can’t swim. If I fall in, I’m hoping you’ll rescue me.”

“You can’t swim?”

“No,” I sighed. “Your dad hired a swimming instructor to come here and teach me, but she quit after one lesson.”

“How come?”

“She asked your dad out, and he turned her down.”

She shook her head, a small smile forming on her lips. “Your swimming teacher actually quit ‘cause my Dad wouldn’t fuck her?”

“Yep. Don’t let Mary hear you swear. She has a swear jar, and she’s pretty serious about collecting from offenders.”

“I don’t have a nickel to my name,” she laughed.

“I’m sure your dad will rectify that.”

“I’m sure he will. My dad is a generous guy. Too bad my mom put every dollar he sent up her nose or in her veins.”

“I’m sorry about your mom, Kyla. Regardless of how she died, she was still your mother. And I’m sure she loved you.”

“I know. Too bad she loved drugs and cock more.”

“I had a mom like that too.”

“Your mom loved drugs and cock more than you?”

“I don’t know about the drugs. I don’t think she was into the hard stuff your mom was, but she liked to smoke weed. And cigarettes. She was a chain smoker who died of lung cancer at the age of thirty-three.”

“What about the cock? Did she love cock more than you?”

“Definitely,” I forced a chuckle. “My mom loved cock more than anything. I’m very surprised that a sexually transmitted infection didn’t kill her before the cigarettes.”

“My mom was the same. She never kept a guy for more than a month. And they were always creepy losers and druggies.”

“Yep. Same with mine.”

“You seem like you turned out okay. My dad would’ve never hired you otherwise. He must’ve seen something special in you to hire the sister of the psychopath who drugged him and had sex with him to get knocked up.”

“He felt sorry for me. I got evicted the day after I met him.”

“Yeah. My dad likes charity cases.”

~Ouch!~

“Sorry,” she said, glancing over at me. “That came out the wrong way.”

“It’s okay.”

“What are my brothers like?”

“They’re babies,” I laughed. “But I’m already starting to notice their different personalities coming out.”

“That’s cool,” she smiled sadly. “I always wanted a sibling. But my mom almost died giving birth to me. They had to take out her womb to save her.”

“That’s too bad.”

“It’s probably a blessing.”

“I suppose,” I said. “Wanna go in the hot tub?”

“Sure. But I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“I don’t think any of mine would fit you, but you can try one if you want.”

She glanced at my chest. “You’re pretty top-heavy, but my tits are way bigger.”

“Um, okay. I guess you could just sit on the side with your feet in.”

We headed over to the tub. I climbed in, wincing when the hot water seeped into my tender nether regions. And my poor vag had another date later with the anaconda.

I’d have to rub some of Mary’s oils down there to soothe things.

~Or you could tell the owner of the anaconda that you’re too sore. But you won’t. Because you like to get fucked hard. You’re no different from your mother and sister.~

“Did my dad say how long he’d be gone?” Kyla asked.

“A couple hours. I can’t believe Bobby Flay has a place out here too. Is everybody on this lake famous?”

“I’m not sure. Does Vlad ever come out here?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“I wanna come in,” she said, pulling her T-shirt over her head.

“Um,” I mumbled, stunned and speechless when she stripped down to her underwear and bra. And she wasn’t finished. She reached behind her back, releasing the clasp on her bra.

A set of very pendulous breasts fell out. Kyla could give Shelly a run for her money in the tit department.

“My bras are pretty expensive,” she explained. “The hot water would shrink it.”

“Um—yeah.”

She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her red boyshort panties, forcing them down over her hips and thighs.

I slapped hands over my eyes, but not before I caught a glimpse of her bald beaver.

“Why are you covering your eyes?” she chuckled. “You’ve got the same thing between your legs.”

“I feel a little weird when a girl I just met strips naked in front of me. And I’m an employee, so technically I work for you.”

“Gimme a break,” she scoffed. “You’re not really an employee.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, my belly twisting in knots. She’d figured it out already?

“You’re family. The triplets are your nephews.”

“I’m on the payroll. I work for your Dad.”

“He probably thinks of you more like a daughter than an employee.”

~I certainly hope not.~

I cleared my throat, choosing my next words carefully. “Would that bother you?”

“Nah. I’m not a jealous person. I don’t resent my brothers for having Dad and a better life than me. And I’m not worried about sharing him with you. He’s got room in his heart, and his wallet, for a houseful of kids.

“That—he has,” I interposed, cautiously.

“I don’t blame Dad for his absence from my life. He was young. Mom was a puck bunny, a gold digger, always chasing rich guys, the next free ride. If it hadn’t been for me, she would’ve had more kids with rich dads.”

“I destroyed her most valuable asset, and she hated me for that. I don’t know the story of my conception, but I know Mom got pregnant on purpose. My Dad tried his best, but parenting’s hard when you live in a different country.”

I nodded, “Uh-huh—I suppose—”

“And my mom didn’t make any effort to bring me to see him when he was in town for games unless she got something out of it.”

“Did your mom take care of you with the money your Dad gave her?”

“Yeah, mostly. She liked to introduce me to her rich boyfriends, you know, the single mother sympathy card. But she also liked to pretend we were well off, to brag about who my father was. So, I always had nice clothes and stuff.

“It was only the last few years that she got into the drugs and neglected me. I didn’t want Dad to find out. That’s why I never came to visit last year.”

“Why didn’t you want him to know? He would’ve brought you here to live with him.”

“I didn’t know what my mom would do. If I came to live with Dad, she would be completely cut off from his money. She would’ve been furious with me.”

“I love your accent,” I said. “Do you say ~y’all~?”

“Y’all wanna come down and visit N’Awlins?”

“Cool.”

We laughed together.

“I’m glad you’re here, Layla,” she admitted. “I need someone my own age to hang out with.”

“I hope we can be friends.”

“Definitely.”

~Until you find out I’m sleeping with your dad. That’ll be the end of any type of friendship between us.~

“Do you wax?” she asked.

“I’m sorry?”

“Do you get your snatch waxed?”

I blinked. Kyla had some issues with personal boundaries.

“I’m not asking ‘cause I’m nosey. I like to keep the forest cleared, and I want to know where you go around here.”

“How did you afford that?” I asked.

“I have a friend who owns a beauty salon. She gave me free haircuts and waxing.”

“Oh. That was nice of her.”

“Yeah,” she said with a wistful sigh.

“I got one a few weeks ago. It was my first one. I’m going to need another soon. Maybe we can go together.”

“Sounds like a plan. A pussy wax and lunch.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about your dad tagging along on that outing.”

“Nope,” she laughed.

***

I reached for my phone, silencing the alarm.

“Don’t go,” Briggs murmured, his arm holding onto my waist.

“I have to. Kyla told me she’s an early riser. Do you want her to catch me coming out of your bedroom?”

“No.”

“I think we should tell her, Briggs. She’s going to feel betrayed when she does eventually find out.”

“I’ll tell her.”

“Today?”

“No. She needs some time to get settled.”

“She’ll hate me for not telling her.”

“She’ll get over it.”

“Briggs!”

“I’m the parent. I don’t answer to my eighteen-year-old daughter, and I certainly don’t need her stamp of approval on my sex life.”

“We bonded last night. I did what you asked me to do and befriended your daughter. And she was very receptive. Now you’re asking me to betray her.”

He rolled on his back with a frustrated sigh. “I will decide when we tell her, Layla. End of story.”

“Well, you ~are~ the boss,” I snapped. I climbed out of the bed and gathered up my clothes, fighting back tears as I stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door.