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fucking badass, just
like you always wanted.”
    “You have the face of a pansy,” my father scowls while
gripping the back of my neck, forcing me to stare into the bathroom mirror.
“Look at yourself, a fucking blonde haired, blue-eyed, replica of your mother.
I don’t even think you’re mine.”
    A tear rolls down my cheek that I quickly
wipe away. “You never say these things to Sophie,” I whimper, starting to feel
sickened by my appearance.
    “Your sister’s beautiful. She came out with
dark hair and chestnut eyes like me. A badass. The Jameson genes are evident in
her. What happened to you, Mark? You look like a fucking sunflower.” He clutches
my chin and lifts my head so I can’t turn away. “How the fuck are you going to
survive being such a pretty boy? Men will call you a faggot.”
    “Dad, stop,” I whisper. “You’re hurting me.”
    He smacks the top of my head and backs away.
“Look in the mirror and say you’re a badass.”
    “I don’t want to,” I murmur.
    “You need to toughen up on the inside, or
maybe I should break your nose so don’t look so feminine. That might help.”
    I put my hand over my face in defense and he
laughs.
    “Oh, my little Marky .”
He shakes his head. “Your eyelashes are longer and darker than a woman wearing
thick mascara and your lips look like they have a coat of pink lipstick on
them.”
    I turn to the mirror with a furrowed brow and
scrunch my nose at my reflection.
    “Better. Now make a fist and say you’re a
badass.”
    “I’m a badass,” I whisper.
    He laughs and calls me a loser under his
breath. “Sophia, come here,” he calls out. “Sophia!”
    A moment later my little sister pokes her
head through the bathroom door and giggles.
    “Hey, kiddo. Are you tough?” my father asks.
    She raises her arms, pretending to make two
muscles, tightens her lips and yells, “Me badass! Rarrr !”
Then runs off in laughter.
    “That’s my kid,” he mutters, with a second slap to my head as
he leaves me alone to face my reflection in the mirror.
    My Calvin Klein face
ended up making my father a shitload of money when I was one of his porn stars,
and his constant verbal abuse turned me into the mean-tempered asshole he
wanted, but I never pleased him enough to be called his son.
    And he wouldn’t be
proud of me now, either. Not if he found out I killed a guy because of a woman.
    He’d say, Really Mark? It was over pussy? What the
fuck’s wrong with you?
    I wrap a towel
around my waist and put a fresh bandage on my knuckle, but avoid the new mirror
my maintenance team installed yesterday.
    A text came in from
Jules while I was in the shower - an unnecessary apology.
    Sorry ‘bout last night. Didn’t mean to make
this all about me. Do over?
    I
text her back. Need you here. Come talk to me.
    Twenty minutes. She responds.
    My growing erection
twitches under the towel. I can’t wait to touch her, smell her, slip my fingers
inside of her and lick her pussy.
    Two pieces of pine
are placed on the fire and my window shades are closed. The room is
comfortable, quiet, and warm. I do plan on having a conversation with her, but I know we won’t make it past my
living room if I decide to kiss her, and I think she may be deserving of a kiss
today.
    I keep a watchful
eye for her from my office cams, checking on the rest of the hotel as I wait.
One of my pool boys is netting the Aspen leaves from the water, a few people
are eating lunch, and a woman sits alone at the restaurant bar, which won’t be
open for a few more hours. She’s either an alcoholic or looking for solitude.
The lobby’s quiet, checkout’s over, and check-in’s not for a while. All is
well... wait... for Christ’s sake.
    I zoom in on the
staff parking lot and see Julia’s car. She’s in the back seat with her feet in
the air, slipping out of a pair of jeans and into her work clothes. For a
moment, I think she’s screwing around with some asshole, but after fixing her
shiny blonde hair in