Chapter 12
It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. As it would turn out, the rest of the day wasn’t supposed to happen like it did.
It had begun with a kiss on the cheek from Paul when they’d gotten to Montana’s room. A simple cheek kiss had become a few more quick kisses, then one passionate kiss. And the next thing Montana had known, they were in bed.
“You know, I’m not exactly the type of peson who usually has sex on the first date,” she said once they had finished.
“Uh….yeah, I guess that kind of just happened,” he replied, blushing a little. “But…I’ve been kind of attracted to you for awhile, and well…..”
“So I get coffee and sex as a result.” Montana giggled a little.
“What? Was it that bad?”
“No! Of course not. Actually….” she paused, “….it was some of the best I ever had.”
“No shit?” Paul asked. “I'm really not that good; I usually mess something up. It's a joke around the locker room.”
“No shit. And the jokers probably secretly wish they were you. What juveniles.” Montana had to chuckle again.
“Shit,” Paul said, realizing something. “Speaking of juveniles, I better get back upstairs to the girls before Shaun calls security and forms a search party. I told her I’d be back in a couple of hours, and it’s past that already. Not that I’m usually the fuck and leave type, but you know….”
“Of course; it’s perfectly all right. Do you want me to go with you?” she asked, watching him get dressed.
“No, just stay here and relax for awhile. You might need to recover before you stay with the girls tonight.” He gave her a sly wink and a quick kiss.
“Okay,” Montana nodded. “I’ll be up about six thirty.”
Several minutes later:
Paul arrived at the room he shared with Mac and Kira, sliding the key card through the slot and the door opened.
He was both shocked and annoyed what he saw next; the room had been a total disaster, toys, games, drinking cups, junk food wrappers, and what appeared to be soda cans everywhere. He wondered where the hell Shaun was, as this wasn’t like her at all to let the girls just go nuts and make a mess like this. Moreover, Shaun knew not to let the girls have soda and junk so close to dinner time.
He finally spotted his older daughter coming from the bathroom.
“Mac, what’s with this mess? And where’s Shaun?”
“Miss Shaun got called to work and had to leave, Papi,” Mac explained.
“And she left you guys here alone? Do you have any idea how much trouble I can get into for that?”
“Uh uh. Uncle Spanky’s here.”
Well, that certainly explained the room looking like an atom bomb dropped in it, Paul thought.
Paul let out a groan. “Fucking hell. She couldn’t have asked Mimi or called me to say she had to leave?”
“Miss Mariah is up at the arena working,” Mac shook her head. “And Miss Shaun didn’t want to interrupt you with Miss Montana.”
“So instead she took the more of the two evils and called Spanky. Nice.”
Kira praddled in holding a can. “Hi, Papi!” she said cheerfully.”You’re back!”
“Yes, I’m back. And what have I told you girls about having no soda before dinner?”
“Ain’t soda,” Kira shook her head. “It’s beer.” She let out a small belch.
“WHAT? Give me that!” Paul took the can from her. “This is definitely something little girls should not be drinking at all.”
“Why not? It’s good. Uncle Spanky drank some.”
“BRIAN DAVID, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!” Paul bellowed.
“Hey, Papa, didn’t see you roll in,” Brian grinned. “So how was the hot date?”
“It was perfectly fine before I came in here and saw the room looked like it had a bomb dropped in it and my three year old drinking beer.” He held up the offensive can with a scowl.
Brian took the can. “I wondered where that thing was. I went out for a smoke, came in when you started yelling, and saw my beer gone.”
“Okay, dude? It’s bad enough Shaun had to get you of all people up here to stay with these two, but from now on, I’m laying down the law when you do stay with them. One, don’t bring fucking beer or any other booze of your liking in here. You if anyone knows how I feel about people drinking around kids. Second, the girls are never to get junk food or soda before dinner. No exceptions. Third, if you’re going to smoke, either take Kira out with you or wait till both of them are taking a nap. And lastly,” Paul added sternly, “I shouldn’t have to come back to my own room looking like an accident that just happened. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah. Jesus, you’re boring.”
“And you’re almost thirty years old and about to get married. Grow the hell up already. If you want your kids to load up on junk and beer and smoke till their lungs are black, that’s your prerogative. But you’re not pulling that shit with my daughters.”
“All right, PL, I got you. No junk and Pepsi before dinner, and no booze in the room. I’ll even try not to have a smoke as often.”
“And when you do smoke, cigarettes better be all you’re doing around these two.”
“Jesus, dude, come on; I may have my wild side, but do you honestly think I’m going to do a fatty around kids? Cut me a break.”
“What’s a fatty?” Mac asked.
“Never mind,” Paul replied. “We’ll discuss that another time. Right now, you and your sister are going to clean up this mess. And I better not see anything like this again, young lady. Comprenda?”
Mac nodded. “We understand, Papi.”
“As for you,” he turned back to Brian. “I’ll see you later. And you better be sobered up by the show tonight because I’m not about to cover your ass again.”
“Not drunk in the first place, dude. Just a little buzz, but it will be worn off by then.”
“Good. And remember the rules the next time you stay with these two.”
“Sure, I shall keep them in mind the next time you go on a hot date. But remember, you owe me details later.”
“The only thing I owe you is kicking your ass in the ring tonight,” Paul replied. “And this gave me more motivation.”
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