Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Sir, I can explain,” Pedro stepped forward.
“Yeah, explain the fact that I just caught you on my rug, swapping saliva with my daughter in the sitting room while I’m upstairs. Respectful, right?” there was no smile on my face.
A childhood friend or not, Pedro was a boy; a horny hormonal teenager, and as a father, it’s my responsibility to keep Isabella from these dickbags – not that I wasn’t one in high school. But thanks to that experience, I know what boys his age think about – notwithstanding his innocent facade.
“Dad, chill, it was just a kiss – we weren’t even having sex,” Isabella rolled her eyes, bored.
“How kind of you to help your father,” I said ironically.
I took a step towards Pedro, menacingly. The boy was tall but I still towered over him – Sure, he’d grow up more in the future but let me enjoy intimidating him as of the moment.
“Let me make it clear…,” My voice was low and dangerous, “If I get your nasty prick inside her hole, I’ll cut them off and feed them to the dogs. Are we clear, here?”
Pedro gulped and nodded his head. It was good to know that my threat was understood. Seems my reputation comes in handy now.
“Seriously, dad, “You’re beginning to scare him,” Isabella complained and picked up a strange bag.
“What’s in there?” my brow raised in suspicion.
“None of your business,” she replied, took hold of his hand, and began to lead him out.
“I need you home before eleven!” I yelled after them.
“Hopefully,” Isabella gave me an unsure answer.
“Don’t get pregnant!” I added before she made it out of the door.
That comment must have touched Isabella because she retraced her steps, stretching out her neck to peer at me, saying, “You’d make a good grandpa,”
“Seriously, Isabella. Don’t you dare -“
She was out of the door already. I sighed, girls were too hard to train.
I took a drink from the water dispenser, filled up the glass I had taken from the kitchen, and made it back to the room, only to discover I had a message from an unknown stranger.
Rubbing my chin, I didn’t put much thought into it as I clicked open on the message and stilled.
“Nice to meet you, father,”
“T-This… how’s this…?”
No, I composed myself. There was no way a supposedly seven-year-old son I once thought dead would chat me up. This could be some sort of prank, right? But who would do such a thing?
Another message was sent in, “Are you going to talk or what?” he was getting impatient.
With faith, I typed and sent, “Is that you, son?”
“Took you long enough to figure that out. You don’t seem as smart as Ailee claims,”
I could sense discontent in his voice.
“Who’s Ailee?”
“My twin sister, I’m Allen,”
I forgot how to breathe, my chest was stuffed with emotion. Maria had twins for me? It wasn’t just one child but twins? I didn’t know how to feel? I wanted to jump up in jubilation, hug my laptop, or just…. I don’t know.
“Where are you two, I’ll come to get you,” I had already grabbed my keys, ready to bolt out of my room when a message came in.
“You can’t,”
My blood boiled, why were they refusing to meet me? Did Reina threaten them not to speak to me or what?
“Why can’t you speak with me?” I sent a message back to them.
“It’s not yet time, we promised mom,”
Right, I should have known, Reina.
“Let’s video chat then,” I proposed.
Thankfully, they readily agreed.
This was the second time in my entire life I was this nervous. The first had been when Maria fell off that bridge; I had been so anxious I couldn’t differentiate my left from right.
And now, I was so nervous to meet my children that it wouldn’t surprise me if I peed on my pants.
Not long after, my screen lit up with their faces. Both seem to be dragging the position of the camera or something, without realizing the call has connected already.
“Hi,” I made my presence known.
They froze.
“Holy shit!” the young girl exclaimed, delight on her face “Allen, he’s so handsome up close – no wonder mom fell for him,” she gushed over me.
I knew such language was highly inappropriate for a seven-year-old, but I was too emotional to care. Tears fell from my eyes while I cupped my mouth, stifling the pained moan.
I had completely missed out on seven years of their life: I didn’t get to hear them make their first baby speech, get their milk teeth nor see them go to preschool. It was just a lot to take in.
“Ooh, daddy don’t cry, it makes you ugly,” she comforted me but it made me cry harder.
“I’m so sorry,” I cried out, the sobs rocking my body hard. I had done practically nothing for them and now they’re all grown up. It’s not like Ailee is going to appreciate me getting her a teddy bear or Allen, a toy car- they’ve developed past those.
I knew Maria didn’t mean to keep them away plus my fault anyway, but I felt cheated. I had not been a part of their life for god damn seven years- not seven days, note the difference. I bet they didn’t even know they had a rebellious big sister Isabella who would be so excited to see them- evidenced by her attachment to Neon.
I clenched my fist with a resolution, relaying a message to them, “Tell your mother that I’m coming for you both,”