His back was covered in scratches that looked like he’d been in a fight, or with a particularly kinky woman who liked to dig her nails into…
No. Surely not.
He turned and looked at me.
Riker. Oh shit. Oh fucking shit.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked angrily. “If you’re after round two then I’m afraid I’m just not that kind of guy.”
I rolled my eyes, and moaned through gritted teeth. How had I let this man, this hunk of arrogant muscle, screw me the other night like I was one of his groupies? I’d had fun—a lot of fun—but my God that had been stupid.
“Get over yourself. I’m looking for Duke. Duke Nott.”
“He’s probably in his office. What’s it about?”
“It’s, uh, kind of personal.”
“Whatever,” Riker replied, clearly not believing that I could be here for any other reason than to see him. “It’s over there.” He pointed to the office I’d been heading to before getting distracted by this prick. This ripped, cocky prick.
“Thanks.”
He didn’t say anything, and just wandered over to grab some weights from the rack. Why did men who looked that damn good never have the personality to go with it? And why did my body insist on craving men I could never stand?
I wandered over to the office and knocked on the door.
A gruff reply came from the other side. It didn’t sound like a ‘yes,’ but it didn’t sound like a ‘go away’ either. I opened the door slowly and walked inside to see my dad sat at his desk.
A strong temptation to greet him with a joyful “hi, Daddy,” washed over me, but he didn’t look like a man with a sense of humor.
“Membership forms are over there,” he said, not looking up from his newspaper as he pointed towards a stack of papers resting on top of a filing cabinet.
“I’m not here to apply for membership,” I said softly.
Duke sighed as he reluctantly put down his paper and looked up at me. Customer service obviously wasn’t high on his list of priorities here. He frowned as he took me in. I probably didn’t look like most of his members. The few women I had seen here were all as heavily tattooed as the men.
Duke looked at me curiously, and then seemed to remember something. “Ah, you must be here for the class with Riker. It doesn’t start until ten.”
Riker was a teacher as well?
“I’m not here for that either,” I replied. “I’m here to speak to you.”
“You want to speak to me?”
“Yes. I will try not to take up too much of your time.”
“What are you selling?”
“Nothing.” Unless you’re in the market for a new daughter, in which case, today is your lucky day. You don’t even have to pay shipping and handling.
“Okay, fine, take a seat.”
Duke folded up his newspaper, and made a decent impression of someone who was actually paying attention.
I shut the door behind me so that we would have some privacy. The gym was old, and I suspected every word I said in here would echo around the entire building if I didn’t keep my voice down.
“How can I help you today, miss?” Duke said politely, although the words sounded foreign on his tongue, like he was only saying them because he’d heard others say something similar and wanted to try it out for effect.
I didn’t often feel lost for words. Alison thought it would be weird to meet my biological father, but that wasn’t the what had me tongue-tied right now. I wasn’t nervous about telling him; I was nervous about what his reaction would be.
He’d think I was after something. Money, perhaps? Or maybe just a father figure? I didn’t want any of that—and it didn’t look like he was rolling in dough anyway—but that was bound to be his first thought.
All I wanted to do was tell him he had a daughter, and maybe spend a bit of time hanging around his gym. It was only natural to be curious about a father you never knew. With any luck, he’d feel the same way about his daughter.
“First of all,” I began, “I want you to know that I’m not after anything from you. I’m not here for money.”
“That’s exactly what someone would say before they asked for money.”
“Well, in this case it’s true. I’m also happy to leave and never come back if that’s what you want.”
“Oh God,” Duke said, suddenly looking terrified. He turned white as a sheet. “You’re… you’re…”
I nodded, slightly surprised that he had figured it out. “Yes.”
“You’re the girl from a few months back. And I suppose now you’re pregnant. Jesus fucking Christ this is the last thing I need. I knew you were lying about being on the fucking pill.”
“Ew, no. No, that’s not it. No. God, no.” I took a deep breath and tried not to imagine Duke screwing anyone who looked like me. “I’m your daughter.”
I blurted it out quicker than he could react. There was a look of relief at first as he processed the news that I wasn’t pregnant with his child, but then he quickly went back to looking terrified as he realized I was his daughter.
Duke wasn’t in great shape, and for a few nervous seconds, I thought he might have a heart attack. I stared at him until he was ready to speak. There wasn’t much else for me to say at this point.
“You can’t be my daughter. Who is your mother?”
“Kendra Delmonico.”
“Oh shit.”
“You remember her?”
Duke smiled. “Oh yeah, I remember her. I’m hardly likely to forget your mom. Christ, what a woman. How is she?”
Every time I’d played this conversation through in my head, it had all been centered around convincing Duke that I didn’t want anything from him. It never occurred to me that the first thing he’d do was ask about Mom.
I looked down at my lap. “She passed away a few months ago. Cancer.”
“Fuck. Sorry. Shit, I don’t know what to say. I wouldn’t be where I am now without your mother.”
I think he meant that as a compliment, although a quick glance around the tatty old office, which looked like it would collapse if anyone so much as leaned on a wall, meant this wouldn’t be an achievement I’d be carving on Mom’s gravestone any time soon.
“Thanks,” I replied. “I went through some of her old letters after she died and found out that you’re my father. Like I said, I’m not after anything. I just wanted to introduce myself.”
“I can’t believe I have a daughter. It’s a lot to take in. I’m not exactly big on kids.”
“I’m not a kid any more. I’m twenty-two and three months now, so it would have been exactly twenty-three years ago.” The ‘it’ in this case, being you screwing my mom. “We can take a paternity test if you like.”
“No, there’s no need. I did have a relationship with your mother, and you have my nose and jawline.”
“I do?” I asked, trying not to sound too offended. Duke wasn’t exactly the type of person a girl wanted to be compared to.
“Yeah, before I broke my nose in about five places, it did look like yours. And, well, the dates fit.”
An awkward silence descended again while I let Duke process all the information. I suspected a part of him was relieved that this news hadn’t come earlier. At least he didn’t have to change diapers or pay any child support. He was getting off rather lightly, all things considered.
“You don’t want money?” Duke asked suspiciously.
“Nope. I’ve finished college and, thanks to Mom, I don’t have much debt. I’m starting a job in a few months. I don’t need looking after.”
“So what now?” Duke asked. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I can come back another time. Or never, if you’d prefer.”
“No,” Duke said quickly. “That’s not what I want. Tell me a bit more about yourself. I guess it’s about time I got to know my daughter.”
Nora disappeared into Duke’s office
and closed the door. Now I could hear occasional laughter coming from inside. Why would she want anything to do with Duke?
Duke was the closest thing I had to a father figure, but even so, he was more than a little rough around the edges, and only looked out for himself. Well, he looked out for me as well, but that was only because it benefited him.
“What’s going on in there?” Gayle asked, appearing suddenly behind me. “Who’s that girl I saw go into Duke’s office?”
“I don’t know,” I lied. “New member, maybe?”
“I can’t see her lifting weights, can you?”
I could picture her doing many things, but lifting weights wasn’t one of them.
“Maybe she’s applying for a job?” I suggested. “We do need a receptionist to answer calls.”
Nothing motivated me more than a pretty girl to look at while I pumped iron, and if she was around, I’d be setting personal bests within days.
“Maybe,” Gayle replied, sounding unconvinced. “Or maybe it’s just another one of his little tramps.”
She tried to say it as if she didn’t care, but I knew her better than that. I couldn’t blame her for being suspicious of Duke. He regularly messed around with other women, and it wasn’t unheard of for him to hook up with girls half his age, although what they saw in him, I had no idea.
As far as I knew, Duke had never actually cheated on Gayle, and they were “off” at the moment, so he could do what he liked. However, I had to admit, I was with Gayle on this one. I hoped like hell he wasn’t involved with Nora. She was far too good for him. Fortunately for her, I knew just who would make a good match for her.
“I can’t see a girl like that being interested in a relationship with Duke,” I said, doing my best to reassure Gayle and myself. “She won’t be anything more than a one night stand.” Hopefully not even that.
“That man needs to grow up. He’s too old for one night stands. She’s young enough to be his daughter.”
“You two aren’t together at the moment though, are you?” I asked. It did get hard to keep track.
“No,” Gayle replied reluctantly. Usually when the two of them broke up, it was at her insistence, but the second Duke showed an interest in any other woman, they would find a way to make it up.
“And didn’t I catch you coming out of the men’s locker room the other day, closely followed by that tall kid who started training here recently? He can’t be older than twenty.”
“Nineteen,” Gayle said with a smile. “And very enthusiastic.”
I grimaced. If Duke was the closest thing I had to a father, then Gayle was the closest thing I had to a mother. I didn’t want to hear this.
“You’re both as bad as each other,” I pointed out. “Stop worrying. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
Gayle walked off and left me to my work out, but she kept conveniently finding reasons to walk back into the gym, and every time she did so, she glared at Duke’s office.
The conversation in there was getting more and more animated. The two of them seemed to be getting on well, which meant Nora was probably not someone he’d hooked up with. That came as a huge relief.
After fifteen minutes, Gayle came up to me again while I was in the middle of some bicep curls. I tried to finish my set, but I caught the look on Gayle’s face in the mirror and decided it might be a good idea to put the weights down.
“I need to speak to Duke,” Gayle said.
“Then go knock on the door.”
“You do it. It’ll look suspicious if I do.”
I sighed, but agreed to walk over and interrupt Duke’s conversation. It’s not like I’d be able to get anything else done with Gayle in this mood, and I was curious myself.
“What do you want to speak to him about?” I asked Gayle, knowing full well she didn’t need to speak to him at all.
“Just get him out of that fucking office,” Gayle replied, with her usual level of tact.
I smiled and walked over to Duke’s office. The conversation was muffled, but it sounded like they were talking about a mutual friend. Duke didn’t have any brothers or sisters, so this couldn’t be a niece of his. So how did he know her?
I knocked on the door, but opened it without waiting for a response. “I need your opinion on what to teach in today’s class,” I said to Duke, doing my best to pretend there wasn’t a stunning girl I’d fucked a few days ago sat on the other side of his desk.
“No you don’t,” he replied. “You just want to know what’s going on. And I bet Gayle sent you.”
Duke shouted Gayle’s name and a few seconds later she appeared next to me in the doorway. Her eyes immediately went to the girl sat at the desk, but she did her best to look surprised to see her. I doubt she had Duke fooled though.
“What is it?” Gayle asked casually.
“I won’t be able to keep this a secret for much longer,” Duke began.
“If you’ve got her pregnant,” Gayle yelled, forgetting she was trying to appear calm, “I’m going to make sure you’re dead before the baby’s born.”
Duke turned to face the girl. “Gayle’s not always like this,” Duke said to her. “Sometimes she gets really angry.”
“What’s going on, Duke?” I asked. I wanted to know almost as much as Gayle did now.
“Riker, Gayle, meet Nora Delmonico. My daughter.”
Riker had been a complete jerk the other night, but at least he’d been friendly. Kind of.
Now he was positively cold around me. I’d expected Duke to be the one not taking the news well, but Riker and Gayle looked far less accepting of me than he had.
Duke and I had chatted for a bit about Mom, and I’d told him stories about what it had been like growing up with her. To Duke’s credit, he did genuinely seem to care about her, and there were traces of sadness in his voice, even though he hadn’t seen her in over twenty years. She’d left her mark on him, as she’d done with everyone she’d met.
Mom and Duke hadn’t had a conventional relationship. Or a long one. They’d met while Mom was defending him on aggravated assault charges. Mom had once criticized me for meeting men on Tindr, but that seemed positively romantic in comparison.
After getting to know the basics about each other, I’d finally broached the subject of spending more time at the gym. Duke had been cautious at first, thinking that I wanted to hang around with him all the time and get to know my father. I explained that I just wanted to get to know the people here a bit better, and told him how I would soon be working for Child Welfare Services.
The second I told him that, Duke relaxed and started telling me all about the kids that had come here and turned their lives around thanks to some basic discipline and training. He actually sounded quite proud of what he achieved with some of his customers.
In particular, he’d spoken a lot about Riker Clyne, the former criminal and now fighter slash teacher. Duke clearly had a strong bond with Riker and he was the first person I got introduced to as his daughter.
The woman called Gayle, who must be his girlfriend, quickly dragged Duke away and left me alone in the office with Riker, a man whose muscles seemed to pulsate twenty-four hours a day if my meetings with him to date were anything to go by.
“You’re Duke’s daughter,” Riker said slowly.
Not so cocky any more, are you?
He sounded thoughtful now; not at all like the man who’d somehow charmed his way into my panties the other night.
I realized I’d stereotyped him. He looked rough, and clearly worked out a lot. Combined with his behavior, I’d assumed he was an idiot. I hated it when people were quick to judge others, but now I’d done the same thing. He’d just had a different upbringing to me.
One of the reasons I wanted to work for Child Welfare Services in the first place, was because every child deserved a fair shot in life. Thanks to Mom, I’d been pushed to succeed academically and could afford to go to a great college.
I hadn’t even taken out many student loans, which m
eant I could pick a career based on what I wanted to do for a living and not what I needed to do to pay the bills. How many people had that luxury? I was better educated than Riker—and probably everyone else in here—but that didn’t make me cleverer than them and it certainly didn’t make me a better person.
“Yes, I’m his daughter,” I said, aware that I had perhaps been staring at him a little too long. It said something for his face that despite the rippling muscles on show, I didn’t have any trouble looking into his dark brown eyes as I spoke.
“I didn’t know he had a child.”
“Neither did he,” I replied. “Mom died recently, so I decided to hunt him down.”
Perhaps I was just exhausted from the ordeal of meeting my biological father, but I was finding this conversation tougher than the one I’d had with Duke.
I could handle men like Riker coming on to me. Well, usually I could. The night with Riker had been different. I’d played it cool and calm that night until the moment I’d put his hand between my legs. Now I couldn’t even maintain a basic conversation with him.
This was purely physical. My body didn’t know or care whether Riker would be a good long-term partner. This was simple lust. Panty-drenching, desperate lust.
I wanted Riker in the same way that men wanted a bikini model, and it made me feel somewhat pathetic. I’d always thought I was above that kind of thing. Apparently not.
I’d been through a lot this morning. That’s all it was. My brain was fried, and my body wanted straightforward physical stimulation.
Not even Riker’s criminal background put me off. Duke had told me about Riker coming to the gym after a stint in prison for attempted murder. Regardless of your upbringing, attempting to kill someone was inexcusable. This was not a man I should have anything to do with.
And yet, I didn’t walk away. Neither did he.
“Duke said I could hang around for a bit,” I explained, already regretting my decision to spend time here over the next few months. It wasn’t too late to back out. I could just tell Duke it was too awkward. But that would be cowardly. My mom would never have done something like that.
“You’re going to sign up?” Riker asked.
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