Chapter 1
Jimin pov
"Daddy!"
My daughter dove into my arms. I stumbled back and nearly tripped over the porch steps. It felt good to have her in my arms again after so long. "I've missed you, baby."
"Yn!" her mother hissed. "Don't hug him like that!"
My daughter let go and stepped back, rolling her eyes for only me to see. I was taking her in. I don't know when she got so tall. She must've been 5'6". I was sure she was under 5' the last time I saw her. She really sprouted these last three years. She had filled out a little too, with a tiny waist and wide hips. Her breasts had grown as well, and her butt was a broken heart waiting to happen.
"Hello, Sam," I said to her mother.
"It's Samantha to you, Jimin."
"Jimin, a word?" Her scumbag brother stepped toward me. I don't know why this guy felt the need to escort my ex-wife and daughter here, let alone while wearing his police uniform. Probably trying to intimidate me.
"Gonna arrest me again, Henry?"
"Don't tempt me."
"I wouldn't dare," I said. "I know you don't bother with things like evidence or probable cause."
Henry beckoned me over until we were out of earshot of Samantha and yn. Yn looked annoyed as her mother whispered things in her ear.
"I'm here to make something clear to you," Henry said.
"Henry, don't start."
"Shut up and listen," he snapped. "Yn doesn't believe you're a sick fuck. But you and I know better, don't we?"
"You don't know shit, Henry. You lied in court to get your sister that restraining order, and you kept me away from my daughter for three years."
"And if she wasn't 18, I'd still be keeping you away from her, but if she wants to spend her last summer before college with you, I can't stop her."
"Look, just say what you're going to say."
"I'm going to be checking up on her all summer long," he said, his chin stiff. "And if I find out you've touched her, even looked at her the wrong way, I'm going to beat the hell out of you with my nightstick before I bring you in. You get me?"
"Jesus, Henry. Sam has really twisted your mind with all her lies, hasn't she?"
"Don't fuck with me, Jimin. That's my niece."
"I get it. Are you done threatening me?"
He didn't answer, just clicked his tongue and rested his hand on his nightstick before walking back to Samantha. "I think we're done here."
Samantha gave yn a hug and then glared at me. "You behave."
"Jesus Christ, Sam. Give me some credit."
They drove off and yn waved goodbye. I had to keep from giving them the finger. Yn smiled at me once they were out of sight. "I've missed you, Daddy. I mean, Dad. Mom says I shouldn't call you 'Daddy'."
I raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Cause it turns you on."
I palmed my face. "That's just... call me whatever you want. Your mother is out of her mind, yn. I know she told you some things about me, but they're not true."
She smirked at me. "Okay, Daddy. Come on, I want to see the house. It's been forever."
"You know the way," I said.
She hurried inside. I picked up her suitcases and followed her heart-shaped ass into the living room.
"Oh my god," she said, "even the furniture is the same!"
"It's been three years, yn, not 30," I said, setting the luggage down.
"It's just like a blast from the past, you know?"
I followed her as she walked around, trying not to look at that ass she had, the way her blue skirt seemed to fall off it and ripple with every step she took. She had a matching blue halter top and blue sandals. I noticed she had painted her fingers and toes baby blue as well. It contrasted sharply against her long red hair, fanning around her shoulders and chest.
In the dining room, she pulled out one of the chairs and sat at it. I chuckled as I stared at her. "Now that's something I've missed."
"Me too. You were always so fanatical about eating dinner as a family."
"Still am."
"And no cell phones at the table?"
"The rule stands."
"I can follow it," she said, standing up. "Don't want to get a spanking." She winked at me.
I rubbed my face again. I was going to let that one go.
The kitchen was next. She tugged open the refrigerator. "Whoa, I think I left this Chinese food in here three years ago."
"Yn..."
She giggled. "Seriously, you need to go shopping." She pulled out a bottle of wine. "Wine? No yn?"
"You don't refrigerate yn."
"Oh. Do you have any yn?"
"Yes. Why?"
She shrugged. "Just curious." She put the wine back and closed the refrigerator.
I followed her down the hall, but she didn't go into her room; she went into mine.
"Wow, you still have this giant bed." She ran and jumped on it, lying on her back with her arms spread apart. My eyes were on her blue skirt, the way it was riding up her thighs. I could've seen her panties if I had done something perverted like bend over... but I didn't.
"You remember my bed?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I used to jump on it all the time."
I smirked. "Be my guest."
"Really?" she said, sitting up.
"Sure."
She kicked off her sandals and climbed to her feet. "I'm gonna do it."
