laptop.
“Bradley!” My dad calls for me.
“Coming.” I go down the stairs and find him in the kitchen putting together our dinner. “What’s up?”
“Dinner, son.” It’s our daily routine. I like spending time with him. He’s getting older and his health isn’t too good. The doctor’s have him on medication for his heart. It kills me knowing that he’s not feeling well. I hate thinking about what could happen.
“Looks good!” We both sit down at the kitchen table. He tells me about his day and the doctors are hopeful that they can get him healthy again without surgery. “You’ll never guess who I saw today.”
“Who?” He asks between bites of his dinner.
“Karly Erikson.”
He drops his fork and his jaw opens wide. “Get out.”
“Nope. She’s living here and is a nanny. Dad, she looks great. It’s like fates giving me a second chance, you know?”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, son. I wish things could’ve been different with your mother.” He says looking down and playing with his chicken. “I only hope it’s not too late for you two.”
“Me too, Dad.”
I head back to my room after dinner with my dad. I check my phone and still nothing from her. What the hell do I have to do to get her attention?
Me: Hey do you wanna get lunch sometime soon?
Okay I think I’m border line stalking her. Shit. I can’t get her out of my head though. Those eyes will always stay with me. My Karly.
Chapter 9
Nicholas
I wake up with Emma taking up the entire bed. How can someone so small take up so much room? I get out of bed and head out to the kitchen. Karly’s sitting at the table with a cup in her hands. Her sad eyes are staring out the window and I wonder what’s wrong.
“Morning,” I say, prepping my own cup of coffee.
“Hi,” she softly responds not taking her eyes off her cup.
I have to know what’s going on. I head to the table and sit down next to her. “What’s going on?”
“ Oh nothing. I’m okay.” She gives me a smile, but I know she’s lying by the way she’s avoiding my eyes. I hate that she can’t trust me enough to tell me what’s on her mind. Why’s it difficult to be honest instead of beating around how you feel. Women are the most complex people on this Earth. When they tell you “oh nothing,” you know something’s wrong. Women have a second language they expect men to understand, well sorry not sorry we don’t speak “women” and a clear explanation is appreciated.
“Come on you can tell me.” I lay my arm around her shoulders and watch her.
“It’s just um ugh my ex-boyfriend is living here. He’s the assistant coach for the UNC Wilmington basketball team. We ran into each other yesterday and he’s been texting me wanting to get together.” Her eyes are looking everywhere but at me.
Her ex? Everything in me is up in flames. I want to punch this kid in the face and then hide his body in the swamp. “I’m sorry. Are you gonna get back with him?”
She looks at me with her sad eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I need to move forward with my life you know? What’s the point in going backwards? What Bradley and I have is over.”
“Good. No one deserves to get a second chance with you.” I brush the strand of hair away from her face. “No guy is worth your tears, Karly. You’re too beautiful to be dwelling over him.” What the fuck am I saying? Damn Alexis and her stupid books she’s been making me read is messing with my head. “Maybe you should fuck him and leave him,” I laugh trying to break the tension.
“What?” Damn, probably not the best thing to say. “I’m not that type of girl.” She pushes back her chair and looks as though she’s about to leave the room. Wow I’m a fucking dick. “I don’t mean it like that,” I quickly tell her.
“Is that how you see me?”
“Of course not.” Shit how do I make this better .
“You know I wanted to be with you but now ugh,” she turns around
“Bradley!” My dad calls for me.
“Coming.” I go down the stairs and find him in the kitchen putting together our dinner. “What’s up?”
“Dinner, son.” It’s our daily routine. I like spending time with him. He’s getting older and his health isn’t too good. The doctor’s have him on medication for his heart. It kills me knowing that he’s not feeling well. I hate thinking about what could happen.
“Looks good!” We both sit down at the kitchen table. He tells me about his day and the doctors are hopeful that they can get him healthy again without surgery. “You’ll never guess who I saw today.”
“Who?” He asks between bites of his dinner.
“Karly Erikson.”
He drops his fork and his jaw opens wide. “Get out.”
“Nope. She’s living here and is a nanny. Dad, she looks great. It’s like fates giving me a second chance, you know?”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, son. I wish things could’ve been different with your mother.” He says looking down and playing with his chicken. “I only hope it’s not too late for you two.”
“Me too, Dad.”
I head back to my room after dinner with my dad. I check my phone and still nothing from her. What the hell do I have to do to get her attention?
Me: Hey do you wanna get lunch sometime soon?
Okay I think I’m border line stalking her. Shit. I can’t get her out of my head though. Those eyes will always stay with me. My Karly.
Chapter 9
Nicholas
I wake up with Emma taking up the entire bed. How can someone so small take up so much room? I get out of bed and head out to the kitchen. Karly’s sitting at the table with a cup in her hands. Her sad eyes are staring out the window and I wonder what’s wrong.
“Morning,” I say, prepping my own cup of coffee.
“Hi,” she softly responds not taking her eyes off her cup.
I have to know what’s going on. I head to the table and sit down next to her. “What’s going on?”
“ Oh nothing. I’m okay.” She gives me a smile, but I know she’s lying by the way she’s avoiding my eyes. I hate that she can’t trust me enough to tell me what’s on her mind. Why’s it difficult to be honest instead of beating around how you feel. Women are the most complex people on this Earth. When they tell you “oh nothing,” you know something’s wrong. Women have a second language they expect men to understand, well sorry not sorry we don’t speak “women” and a clear explanation is appreciated.
“Come on you can tell me.” I lay my arm around her shoulders and watch her.
“It’s just um ugh my ex-boyfriend is living here. He’s the assistant coach for the UNC Wilmington basketball team. We ran into each other yesterday and he’s been texting me wanting to get together.” Her eyes are looking everywhere but at me.
Her ex? Everything in me is up in flames. I want to punch this kid in the face and then hide his body in the swamp. “I’m sorry. Are you gonna get back with him?”
She looks at me with her sad eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I need to move forward with my life you know? What’s the point in going backwards? What Bradley and I have is over.”
“Good. No one deserves to get a second chance with you.” I brush the strand of hair away from her face. “No guy is worth your tears, Karly. You’re too beautiful to be dwelling over him.” What the fuck am I saying? Damn Alexis and her stupid books she’s been making me read is messing with my head. “Maybe you should fuck him and leave him,” I laugh trying to break the tension.
“What?” Damn, probably not the best thing to say. “I’m not that type of girl.” She pushes back her chair and looks as though she’s about to leave the room. Wow I’m a fucking dick. “I don’t mean it like that,” I quickly tell her.
“Is that how you see me?”
“Of course not.” Shit how do I make this better .
“You know I wanted to be with you but now ugh,” she turns around
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