Contradiction by Easy Ash (beach books txt) 📕

 LEX’S  P.O.V

It seems like that blonde bitch is stalking me. I leave northeastern university of Seattle, hopping into a beat up Nissan. This is what you get kids, when your dad is shitty and doesn't give you a dime....you get a crappy car and life. But I'm okay,  all that matters is Lizzie, at least he supports his baby girl...only financially, though. I was her dad since she said her first words, while he was off in China making business connections and having affairs. He's the reason my mom overdosed in the bathtub...he was a ghost for a whole year. I turn on the right turning signal and wait for traffic to halt. I wanted him dead...I tried killing the fucker but he has a built in head radar and security guards. Bill has some feelings after all. Fear. I wonder how he'll feel when he busted. Like a victim. Or would the fucker feel the Karma? I couldn't know for sure, that's why I was at the school's office...I want to know for sure. 

Amanda. I swiped Bill's phone before leaving his high rise office. There was a voicemail from corporate stating that a sexual harassment claim was attempted against him by an employee, Amanda Joy. So I raided his office for information. Then I put two and two together of who the girl was. My memory sparked. This is the girls I shoulder bumped...and the one I saw at the gym. This is a sign. Traffic finally let up, and my car drove forward. My eyelids heavy. Lizzie is waiting up for me, stay awake. My line hit up with a text: I need a brick. Reply: I'm not dealing right now. The random number texts, the bubble loads. Then delivers: I'll give you $200, I need it bad. I text: Okay.

Dealing was how I fed myself and bought shit, since I couldn't work in the family business. My father...no not my father, Bill, had blackmailed my reputation, pulled some strings so jobs wouldn't be allowed to view my resumé or even see my application. Fucking psycho. He acts like I'm the issue when he is nothing but a horny spiteful man who pushed his son to selling drugs for an income. And killed his wife. Bill hates anything and everything about drug dealers, so I kept on doing just that. At home, a rented room with brown carpet and gray walls, welcomes me. In the refrigerator, I grab the last thing I had to eat, a pop-tart, cherry. My mind wonders back to Amanda, mostly to her eyes and her freckles, which made her stand out. I've met a lot of red heads, usually they were tough but she had balls. A lot of girls that Bill has messed with usually just quit and moved on, but she didn't. I liked that. 

 I prepared a brick for client 23, a skinny, tall guy with a shaky hand. Outside, leaning on my raggedy car, I wait as a blood moon shines down on to the surroundings. My phone buzzes from my pocket so I take it out and realizes who it is. "Hey baby." 

"Lexie, I made a new friend at school and I shared my candy with them too!" My lil sis voice celebrates. So innocent and trouble free. "Oh, and I have a science fair on Saturday, will you come?"

"Of course, I won't miss it for anything, Liz."

"What about daddy?"

I pause, thinking carefully on how I should word my next sentence. I can't say he doesn't care, she's too young to hear that. She loved Bill, I can't mess with that. "He'll try his best, he's very busy with work." 

"Oh." She gets a little sad...I could picture her big brown eyes and yellowish hair, her fingers running through the curls like they always did when she got down about something.

"I'll come over in a bit tell the babysitter she can leave, we can watch The Incredibles and get pizza."

"Cookies!!" She demands.

"And ice cream too." She sequels. A blue car pulls up, tires rubbing on concrete. "I gotta go baby girl, I'll see you later okay?"

"OKAAAYYYYY I LOOOOVVEEE YOOOOU!!!" 

I chuckle and hang up. Client 23, what ever his name is, rolls down a window. I lean off of my car and walk to the window, sliding over the coke and taking the $200. "Thanks man." He waves a shaky hand at me. I feel sorry for the guy. How fucked up was his life that he had to tear up his body like this? I mean I smoke too, a few times a week due to me having self control, but this guy had to puff up every day. 

"Yeah, you welcome." His car jets off, I move my foot before it gets ran over. 

At Bill's, three thousand square foot, gated and secluded mansion, I relieve the babysitter, an okay looking girl. Average looking with dark hair and eyes. A bit thick though, around the thighs. I hand her the typical $250 dollars from the checkbook on the kitchen counter...wow, Bob was nice with other people, strangers, more than he was with me. His son. "Thank you."

"I could stay." 

My chick radar goes off. I could use some pussy. "Cool." 

Lizzie races down a marble floor, her socks slipping, as she nears me. "Lexie!!" She hops up into my arms. I kiss her forehead. "You took forever, mister, I made popcorn and got drinks ready, oh and I made a tent we will look at the movie under it." 

"Yes ma'am."

"Is Maggie staying?"

"Yes, I am, let get the movie started huh?" She takes my sister to the living room. I head upstairs to a grand ass, blue and white hallway and into my old room. Everything was dusty inside. A huge window looked out onto a ground pool. Memories hit me. Sneaking girls into here and fucking, throwing pool parties when mom was out working and Bill was on business trips. I open a draw and grab joggers and a tank, I remove my shirt. "Hey." 

I turn to see Maggie standing by the door, she eyes my black tattoos which cover my neck down to my waist line. "Hey."

"So, your sister is mixing the cookies, it takes her about fifteen minutes." She bites her lip.

I unzip my pants. "Well, what are you waiting for."

She nears me, running her hands down my neck, where my tattoos are, and down to my pants. Pulling them down. "You should come over more often." She bites my neck, my nipples, my stomach then licks down my dick. I clutch at her hair, cum rising up to my cock. Throbbing, Tightening. She sucks me. Her mouth wet and warm, and snug against my dick. Slapping. My hands push her head closer, so she goes in deeper, I feel her throat her lips too, they both scrap. I cum a little when she takes my dick out and swallows, her mouth open, letting me see her do so. Fuck.

 After the movie, I tucked Lizzie in before leaving. Her room was pink and white with white French windows, a princess bed, a harp, a wardrobe and computer area. White glow stars stickers on the ceiling. So spoiled. As I opened the front door, car headlights shined on me. Fuck. Bill glares at me from the car window. He should be used to me sneaking out and in by now. I watch the asshole get out of the car. "I thought I told you to stay away, do you really wasn't me to file a restraining order?!" He bellowed. 

"I'm leaving." I push pass him. 

"It's about time she knew what you do?" He said with disgust.

This motherfucker. "And I'll tell her that her father play with girls that could be her sister." I glance back at him. Daring. "It's up to you." At that I walk off from a speechless dick of a father. 

In my bed, a squeaky mattress, I stare up at my ceiling. It really feels dumb leaving my moms house, my bedroom, my sister...with that man. Mom would,be pissed as fuck at Bob for kicking me out. I need to find a way to take custody of both Lizzie and the house. The company too. This fucker had connections though...he knows judges and police officers, I bet he pays under the table, I bet that's how all the sexual claims were dismissed. This Amanda girl doesn't know what she's doing. I need to locate her, we both want the same thing...Bill behind bars. If this happened I'd take head of the company and his earnings of six hundred million dollars. But...let me stop daydreaming it's not happening. I have gym classes to teach in the morning. 

At Planet Fitness, I take a shower and prepare the training room with yoga pads, bottle water and fiber bars. I chose a workout playlist from Spotify. In fifteen minutes a crowd of twenty people would pile in. A text hits my phone. Client 5 says the caller ID: We need eight bricks by midnight or the deal is off. An easy two grand. It's not like training two classes a day was paying off, I volunteered, so no dough was coming in other than from selling. I reply back with K. Knocking comes from behind me. I turn to see two detectives, one tall and one short and fat. One closes the door. "Mr. Pierce Jr."

"Yes?"

"Detective James, this is my partner Detective Harrison, We'll like to have a little talk." Harrison the hippo, my mind roasted.

"What is this about?"

"An Amanda Joy has filed a harassment claim against you, your trial is on July 25th at the county court, 8am." Harrison stated through labored breathing. 

"You were looking for her yesterday at the university of Seattle, is that correct? Right after your father came onto her sexually. One might think that was a scare tactic since your father has had numerous sexual claims and no punishment." 

I eye both of them. "I would like to get a lawyer before I answer any questions."

"Of course." James nods and hands me a contact card. 

My feet pace the room once they leave. Scare tactic...harassment...what the fuck Amanda!