I reached for her hole card and flipped it.
“What… the fuck?”
An ace.
“She had 21? Why did she hit?” My eyes bolted open. “She let me win.”
I sat in my chair again, holding the ace. I couldn’t believe it, couldn’t get over it.
“She let me win.” The gears in my brain ground to a halt as I processed what this meant. “She wanted to suck my cock.”
I gathered up the cards in the deck and absentmindedly shuffled them as I considered this. She had won, and she would rather have sucked my cock than have been eaten out by her boyfriend. My daughter… wanted me.
I put the deck away and headed up to my room, dropping in my bed and consulting the ceiling. It had no answers for me.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said finally. “She’s my daughter. Nothing like this can ever happen again.”
I turned out the lights and hoped my dreams would bring my daughter to me. It was the only place I could have her without the guilt of being a horrible father.
Zoey and I didn’t talk much for the next couple days. I was feeling confused and guilty, and I think she was feeling embarrassed. However, when I got home from work on Friday, I found her there, with Ben.
“What’s this?” I asked. “You know you’re not allowed to have boys in the house when I’m not home.”
“Daddy, he just got here a minute ago,” she said.
Ben looked grumpy, probably still sour from his loss. He had no idea how much he had lost that night. I hoped.
I took off my shoes, opened a bottle of water, and took a drink. “So, what do you kids want now? No more games.”
They looked at each other. “Daddy, we don’t think the games are fair. I’m old enough now to decide if I want to have sex.”
I spit out my water. “Excuse me?”
“See, he’s not going to listen,” Ben said.
“Daddy, I want the freedom to choose to do whatever I want.”
I laughed. “Right.”
“I’m serious.”
“That’s a wager you can’t afford.”
“I’m willing to play you for it,” Ben said.
“I said no more games.”
“Last one,” Ben said. “We’ll even play your game. Poker. Winner takes all.”
“Takes all? What do I win?”
“Well, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to sleep with your daughter. So tell us what you want.”
“You have nothing I want. You two want to screw, and you’re going to play me for it? You actually thought I’d go for this?”
“You have to, Daddy, please. I’m a big girl now.”
“As long as you’re under my roof, you’re a little girl,” I said.
Zoey frowned. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Ben said. “Play me for it, and if you win, I’ll break up with Zoey.”
“Ben?” Zoey said.
I stroked my chin. “Serious bet. What’s the game?” I asked. I did want to play now. I wanted this little bastard out of our lives. I wanted things how they used to be. Maybe it would upset my little girl, but I’d had enough of him.
“Your game, Poker. Five card draw.”
“I might lose…” I said, mostly to myself. It was a possibility. I hated the idea of this kid rutting between my daughter’s legs.
“But you might win,” Ben said.
“Daddy, play, please.”
“You really want this?” I asked her. I half thought that maybe she had wanted me after how eagerly she sucked my cock the other night, but now… maybe I was wrong.
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