Home After A Long Day

"You have your own entrance?" Rachel titters as she walks up the stairs behind me, "This is so fucking cool."

I shrug, "I don't know. The dorms seem like they'd be fun too."

Rachel is only too quick to dismiss me.

"Oh yeah absolutely," she replies sarcastically, "Nothing quite as fun as communal showers and **** in whether you wind up with a complete and utter psychopath or someone who never had to lift a finger to care for themselves in their entire life. There really is nothing but upsides to the dorms, you're totally right."

I reach the stop of the stairs, shrugging as I slide my key into the lock, "I'm not saying it's all sunshine and roses, but this isn't either."

The lock clicks and I turn the handle, stepping in and flicking on the light. I'd been able to unpack to a certain degree but it had only really been a day so the place was still much more of a mess than I'd have liked and it hardly had anything close to a homey touch.

From Rachel's reaction, though, you'd never know it.

"Fucking hell, girl," she breathes through her teeth, "This is fucking amazing. What possible downside is there to having your own place off campus?"

"Loneliness," I say bluntly, "In the dorms there is at least someone waiting for you. Can't say the same thing about here."

And before she can bring him up again I hold up my hand to stop her, interrupting and explaining, "And my landlord doesn't exactly fit the bill of a peer."

"Yeah but who wants him too," she laughs, stepping over and checking out some of the furniture piled into the corner before flicking open the lids of a few boxes to peer inside, "I mean I'd so much rather have a Hot Older Daddy figure at home than a peer, personally."

"You know I don't recall ever saying that he was hot."

"You didn't have too," she replies, waving a hand at me dismissively, "I can tell. The way you reacted. The way your body language said everything for me. He's hot. And hot older men will always be Daddy to me."

I snort and shake my head and when she raises an eyebrow, I have to explain.

"I only got this place because my parents lean a little hard on the overprotective side. Small town girl in the big city, even though this isn't really a big city, was a little too much for them. So moving out to go to school was only a deal if I stayed somewhere they could trust. Hence this apartment.

"Lucas, my landlord, is a friend of the family. From the same small town I came from, actually, and he grew up with my... Father."

I'd never called my Father my 'Father' before, but somehow calling him 'Dad' was a little too close to 'Daddy' for comfort considering current circumstances.

"Oh, well isn't that cute," Rachel grins, turning away and shaking her head.

"What?" I ask, stepping forward to try to figure out what's got her tongue this time.

"Nothing," she insists.

"Spit it out," I reply, exasperated, rolling my eyes.

"Well it's just that I guess he's a lot closer to Daddy than I even though," she giggles, "I mean I knew you were naughty, but calling your Father's friend Daddy is getting downright close to nasty, babe."

I blush hard as I lie, "I never said I did any of that... You're the one who started filling in all those blanks... It's all your-"

Rachel held up a hand, silencing and reassuring me, "Of course, babe. I must have gotten it all wrong. Just jumped to unfortunate conclusions, right? I'll drop it."

But the shit eating grin on her face said that no, she absolutely would not. And the way she turned to face me and bit her bottom lip told me that maybe bringing her back here for the night wasn't exactly the wisest decision I'd made today.

For a limited time you can join my Patreon for only $2 and get access to over a month's worth of new pages of My Second Chance as well as SEVEN FULL STORIES with a new one every month! Join here: https://www.patreon.com/SophiePert