Am I your dirty little secret?!, chapter 4
The doorbell rang, waking Mike up. Mike looked around and saw he was by the front door, where he had fallen asleep the night earlier.
Again the doorbell rang. Mike stood up and he opened the door.
"Hey, who are you?" Mike asked, wishing that is wasn't who he thought it was.
"Damn, are you retarded?" the teen asked. "The dude called you yesterday... uhm... Hickey I think," the teen said and Mike felt like breaking down.
"You must be... Annabelle," Mike asked and the teen nodded. "Come on in," he said and she walked in.
"How messy can a guy get?" Annabelle asked in a teasing voice, and she looked at Mike, who really wasn't paying attention.
"Where's the kitchen?" Annabelle asked, now turning away from Mike.
"Come on, follow me," Mike said and he went to the kitchen, and Annabelle followed.
Mike got together a cup of coffee and he sat down.
"Get anything you like," Mike said and Annabelle looked around the kitchen. She finally found a bowl and a spoon.
"Where are the cereals?" Annabelle asked looking at Mike.
"Uhm... over there," Mike pointed at the fridge.
"You keep the cereal in the fridge?" Annabelle asked laughing while she was opening he fridge.
"Yeah, weren't you complimenting that I was messy earlier?" Mike asked almost smiling.
"Yeah, I guess so," Annabelle said, smiling to herself.
Few minutes later Annabelle sat at the table eating Coco Pops.
Mike looked up and studied the girl, who was his daughter. Annabelle's skin was pale, very pale. Her hair reminded Mike of Horratio from CSI, the same color as his hair, maybe a bit more blonde. Her eyes were pale blue, with somewhat of a sad look. Mike couldn't help but study her every feature, she was, of course, his daughter.
Again the doorbell rang. Mike stood up and he opened the door.
"Hey, who are you?" Mike asked, wishing that is wasn't who he thought it was.
"Damn, are you retarded?" the teen asked. "The dude called you yesterday... uhm... Hickey I think," the teen said and Mike felt like breaking down.
"You must be... Annabelle," Mike asked and the teen nodded. "Come on in," he said and she walked in.
"How messy can a guy get?" Annabelle asked in a teasing voice, and she looked at Mike, who really wasn't paying attention.
"Where's the kitchen?" Annabelle asked, now turning away from Mike.
"Come on, follow me," Mike said and he went to the kitchen, and Annabelle followed.
Mike got together a cup of coffee and he sat down.
"Get anything you like," Mike said and Annabelle looked around the kitchen. She finally found a bowl and a spoon.
"Where are the cereals?" Annabelle asked looking at Mike.
"Uhm... over there," Mike pointed at the fridge.
"You keep the cereal in the fridge?" Annabelle asked laughing while she was opening he fridge.
"Yeah, weren't you complimenting that I was messy earlier?" Mike asked almost smiling.
"Yeah, I guess so," Annabelle said, smiling to herself.
Few minutes later Annabelle sat at the table eating Coco Pops.
Mike looked up and studied the girl, who was his daughter. Annabelle's skin was pale, very pale. Her hair reminded Mike of Horratio from CSI, the same color as his hair, maybe a bit more blonde. Her eyes were pale blue, with somewhat of a sad look. Mike couldn't help but study her every feature, she was, of course, his daughter.
