Chapter 17.

                                    

                                          
Vera's POV 
“That’s what having a man in my life did for me. I don’t feel lonely nor any kinda feelings that’s borderline sad…” The video podcast I’m watching blares.
Everything Serene Wilfred said in the video about being in a relationship is all I’ve been imagining the past three days.
I’ve managed to coop up in my room. That’s the idea I got from clicking through that blog three days ago. 
The write up made me realize that when you make yourself scarce, the man you want will desire you and I followed the teachings.
I’ve not set my eyes on David for the past three days. The routine of having dinner together was forgotten. I make Irene get me the foods I wish to eat in my room and She does that.
Irene sure noticed the distance I created between me and my daddy but I don’t bother going into details of the cause of the strain in our relationship.
So, being cooped up here, I watch not only porn videos that help me spill my cum like rain but also relationship videos.
Serene Wilfred is one of the women out there I admire their relationship lives. They have it all together, the love and attention. It makes me jealous and I keep thinking about why I can’t have such with Daddy.
I almost gave up trying to create the distance between us but I found out it works the very day I discovered there’s a secret room connected through my closet. 
Everything I perceived in the room was David’s scent and I started to realize he's been watching me. Way…way before now.
I had this boost in my confidence that…David’s only restraining himself from coming clean and declaring his intentions. 
He's been watching me, I couldn’t
help the redness that warmed my cheeks.
I begin to wonder if all those nights I use to moan to his name and finger my cunt with thoughts about him in my head if he had been there at all?
Well, nothing much had happened since then. He hasn’t make a move. Not at all. And that suddenly makes me start feeling like the room was just there.
In fact, I don’t know what to assume again. That man’s twist can make one run totally insane.
I wince when I feel a strong pull in my stomach and I quickly know it’s that time of the month again.
With a soundless cry, I stand from my bed, dropping my phone. I walk into the bathroom and check myself. It’s dropping lightly.
When I open my drawer to get a tampon, I find out I don’t have any again.
With a sigh, I adjust my dress and walk out of my room. From the top of staircase, I hear the blaring sound of the TV.
It’s like someone’s watching a reality show. It must be David but why is he home at this time of the day? I think to myself and saunter down the steps at a slow pace.
I swerve through the short hallway between the staircase and the sitting room and my eyes land on the huge form sitting on the long couch, munching on some fries.
From the mixture of gray and black hair, I already know it’s Andrei.
 However, before I corner his side, the big man already turns and shoots a look at me.
I blink faster than I usually do. I can’t
seem to get over his brooding face and form. The scar running from his throat up to his jaw can make someone’s knees buckle with fear. 
It looks like someone wanted to garrote him.
Those days when David and I were like every other foster dad and daughter, he told me Andrei once worked for a crime family in Russia before moving to New York.