“You remind me of daddy in many ways. I think rebelling away from his overbearing personality set me on a bad path, and you’re so much like him it’s scary. You even look like him.”
I couldn’t believe she was going to try and play the daddy issues card on me too. I groaned inwardly.
“I think since I could never treat my father like shit, I transferred that onto you. I gave you all of the resentment I wanted to give him but couldn’t.”
That made more sense than her treating me that way because she wanted to screw me. I could actually buy that excuse, but ultimately, it was just an excuse.
“Look, Ginny, your father loved you. You have to know that.”
She turned and smiled, “I know he loved me. That doesn’t change the fact I disappointed him.”
She walked over and took her spot next to me again.
“Please don’t ask me to leave, Viv.”
She put her hand on my knee as if to punctuate her request. I didn’t move, nor did I move her hand.
“I wouldn’t put you on the street before, and I won’t do it now,” I said meaning it.
She leaned her head onto my shoulder and cried.
“Thank you, I can’t tell you how much I want to make up for…”
“Enough of that, okay? Can you please just let it go?”
“Okay,” she answered meekly.
*****
….and on we went.
She eventually got a decent paying job, and she told me she wanted to pay me back for all of the things I bought her.
She had been living with me and off of me for six months or so, and I helped her get a more reliable car and some more clothes. I tried to decline, but she was insistent. We agreed on a simple payment plan, and she was happy.
I could always tell when she missed the days of designer dresses and thousand-dollar spa visits. Those days she got sad, she tried to wear a little more makeup and dressed a little better. I thought it was silly, but she looked damn good, so I didn’t complain.
We continued to sleep together in my bed, and she continued to try and make up for her old ways by screwing me into the mattress. I didn’t know if we would ever become a couple or not, but she seemed to think we were, and I went along for the ride. She even started hanging out with my friends’ wives, and they actually like her. Maybe she changed after all?
They’re putting the hard press on me to make an honest woman of Ginny but I wasn’t sure I’d ever be ready to marry another Keller sister. It didn’t go so well the first time.
I got out of my truck and took Ginny’s hand as we walked into the fancy restaurant. It was the one-year anniversary of her showing up on my doorstep, and I thought we needed a nicer night out.
She looked stunning in her little blue dress, and obnoxiously expensive heels. I didn’t complain, I even paid for the spa visit that morning where she got the works done. She made my mouth water.
I fidgeted with the little box in my pocket. I saw the waiter walk over with the bottle of champagne I preordered and smiled at Ginny who was oblivious to what was about to happen.
“What do you think about splitting the lobster tail and getting steaks?” she asked.