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Chapter Four

“Your dad’s nice.” Chance said as he stared down at his doggie bag full of breadsticks.

“Nah, he’s an ass.” I grumbled.

“But even asses can do nice things.”

“Don’t make ’em nice people.”

“Oh…” he nodded.

I pulled into my parking space in the garage and turned off the SUV. I then sat back in my chair and sighed. It was nearly ten o’clock.

“…Hey, hand me one of those breadsticks will you?” I said. Chance reached into the box and pulled out a half eaten one. He then frowned, dug around for a whole one, and handed it to me. I muttered a thank you and shoved half of it into my mouth, chewing slowly. Chance pulled the half eaten one back out and began to nibble.

“…Can I ask you a personal question, Chance?”

He nodded.

“What happened to your parents? Are they still alive out there or what?”

“Why? Are you planning to send me back to my mom?”

“I don’t know. I just want to know how you ended up here. Next to me that is.”

“…Oh, well…” he paused to nibble on the breadstick a little more, “I don’t know who my dad is. I’ve never seen him before in my life…I don’t remember my mom much. If I saw her face, I’d know it was her. I…don’t quite remember what happened…how we got separated…but I worked as a butler for more than ten years for several different people and then I was sold to Madam Amoureux almost a year ago, and that’s it…”

“She sold you into slavery for cigarette money.” I said.

He looked up at me with widened eyes, “What?”

“Nothin’, don’t pay attention to what I just said. It’s just, what you said sounded kind of like a movie I saw once.” Of course I lied. Even though that was probably the truth, maybe his mother did want a better life for him so she gave him to rich people. They probably mistreated him and sold him off to buy an Italian rug.

“Oh.”

“So…that’s it? Nothing more than that?”

“I…don’t really remember much…” he kind of cringed a bit.

“Look, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. There’s no need to lie about it. We’ve all got some bad history and a little bit of skeletons in our closets, okay?”

He nodded slightly. I put my arm around him to let him know that he was safe with me. I was never going to sell him off to buy my kid a new Barbie doll, or make him wash my dirty socks by hand, or pile drive him in the ass. He could trust me, even if it did take years for him to do so. He was living the high life now, the complete opposite of where he was just five hours before. He needed to kick back and let everyone else do the work for him for the first time in his life. I had to show him how. I was a natural.

“…You wanna learn how to read?” I asked.

He looked up at me. His eyes brightened, “Do I!” he said.

“I’ll teach you, okay?”

“Really?”

“I’ll give you anything and everything you’ve ever wanted, kid. If you ask me for the world, it could take a while, though.”

“Thank you, Griff!” he hugged me.

“Ow, not too tight, not to tight…!” I wheezed. He had an unbelievably strong grip for a little thing.

“Sorry.” He let go, but smiled up at me.

“Okay, now you’re just starting to creep me out.” I gently pushed him back onto his side of the car. He still smiled.

“I promise I’ll work hard and do my best all the time!”

“Yeah, yeah, can we talk about this inside? I’m getting kind of claustrophobic in this car.”

He was too excited to care about the meaning of “claustrophobic.” He just nodded and hopped out of the car, then patiently waited for me at the elevator. He wanted to press the button, so I let him. By the time we got up to the penthouse, which was the fifty-fourth flour, Chance’s adrenaline rush had rung him dry and he could barely stand without swaying. All the excitement was too much for him in one day, I guessed. I had to carry him to the guest bedroom. He yawned like a cat as I set him down on the bed. It was cute.

I told him to wait there while I fetched him some pajamas. He slurred an “okay” then watched me walk out. When I returned, he was asleep on top of the perfectly made bed with his shoes still on and everything. I had to strip him down, put on his pajamas, and shove him under the covers. I didn’t bother kissing him good-night. There really was no point.

I fell asleep on the couch watching low budget porn.

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