Page 62 of British Daddy to Go

When I get out of here, I’m going to look hot.

Too bad the one guy I want to see probably doesn’t want to see me again.

I still hate myself for making the prostitution comment. It never felt like that with him. Sean was so loving and gentle with me. I was terrified to lose my virginity, but he made me feel like I was at home in his apartment. He took control but still let me call the shots. He was absolutely perfect, and I’d ruined it.

Is Sean thinking of me now, too? It’s early in the day, so I imagine he’s sitting at his desk in his plush corner office. He’s on the phone with a client in China or some other foreign country, and he’s closing deals with his beautiful British accent.

It’s only been two days since I last heard the way my name falls off of his English tongue, but I can barely hear it anymore.

Will I ever hear it again?

In our two-week relationship, Sean and I never had a single fight until two days ago. It’s healthy for couples to have arguments, or so I’ve heard. Jenna and her boyfriends would usually scream at each other for hours before having rowdy make-up sex. Sometimes I think she picks the fights on purpose because she likes what comes after so much.

We’ll work this out, I tell myself. Sean will forgive me for my unkindness. I just have to get out of here first.

The problem is, I don’t think Sean can afford to wait for me. He’s almost twice my age. His biological clock is ticking. If he wants children, he’ll have to act soon. If he wants forever with anyone, it’ll have to start soon.

I thought we could be that for each other. I know I’m younger than him, but I adore him so much. We would make adorable children together! I would make sure they had his accent. Maybe we could even move to England for the kids to go to school!

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Sean and I haven’t spoken in days, and the last time we did, it was us yelling at each other. I have no reason to believe Sean and I will get back together if I’m released from my house of hell.

No matter how many times I remind myself of this, my heart doesn’t seem to get it. I sew a hem into the dress I designed yesterday, yet the only occasion I can think of to wear it is on my next date with Sean.

My parents have taken literally everything away from me. They’ve stolen my phone, my computer, my job, and my social life.

I won’t let them take Sean, too.

Whatever it takes, I’ll get him back. I have to.

I don’t think I can live without him.