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"Quitting time," Bobby joked as he walked out of the back office and locked it behind him. The receptionist, Tamara, just giggled before she finished counting the cash deposits they received throughout the day.

Bobby looked over her shoulder for a minute before he walked around the counter and looked out the front door to the rental office.

The sun had just set, catching the attention of the older man. He always liked the Florida sunsets, so he was in awe like always.

"You can head out, Tam," he said as he fished a cigarette out of his utility belt and lit it in an instant. "I'll close up."

"Alright," she said as she closed the lock box full of money. She grabbed her purse and keys after and was about to leave, before Bobby gently grabbed her hand.

"Didn't you forget something?" he asked the confused young lady.

"Oh, how could I forget," she giggled before she hugged him tight. "Good Night, Bobby."

"Good Night, Tam. Get home safe."

"Thanks. See you tomorrow," she replied before she left him alone in the dim-lit office.

He took another puff of his cigarette and then began clean the lobby. It wasn't trashed necessarily, but it was too dirty for his taste. 

This particular day they had about 40 new lodgers, so all that foot traffic meant more dust and dirt piling into his beloved lobby. Not to mention all of the germs.

He only managed to vacuum though before he heard a loud thud right outside of the front door. Quickly, he turned the vacuum off and ran outside to see the commotion.

To his shock and horror, he found you passed out and head down on the side of the office. Your body was scrunched around the dirty garbage can, looking almost lifeless.

At first he didn't recognize you, until he laid you on your back. And when he did, his heart dropped. His eyes also burned seeing the bruises and faint scars all over your skin. 

Suddenly he felt his blood boiling and his skin steaming. He wondered who did this to you and who just left you here to die...

That's when it dawned on him that he didn't check to see if you were still breathing. At first he hesitated though since you were only wearing a thin tank top over your breasts...your lovely breasts.

It was no secret that he had an inappropriate crush on you. He had since you began working for him during your community college stint. And because of that, it was hard for him to not take a peek at your natural curves and loose skin when you would come into work.

Since Orlando was always hot in the summer, you had to wear weather appropriate clothes so you wouldn't die of heat stroke. You just didn't know that your boss liked what he saw.

He threw caution to the wind after he got over his nerves and put his head on your left breast to check your heartbeat.

Your heart was racing in your chest while your breaths were harsh and labored. It was like you just ran a marathon, which really puzzled the motel manager.

Gradually, he removed his head from your breast and just looked at you, observing your movements. Your hands and arms twitched before your eyes began to open.

And when you saw Bobby leaning over you, a small smile appeared on your face before you threw your arms around him tight.

He hugged you back and comforted you with a back rub before the tears just started running down your face. Salty water stained the grey muscle shirt your old manager was wearing, but he didn't care. He was just glad you were breathing and safe now.

"Bobby, please...please don't leave me," you cried as you reached out for the dog tags that hung from his neck. They always fascinated you, even after you had heard all of his military stories.

"I won't, Nev," he promised before he looked at you with concern deep in his ocean blue eyes. Softly, he pushed some hair out of your face before his wrinkled, calloused hand caressed your bruised cheek.

You leaned into his touch more before your eyes met again. You had never really notice how gorgeous Bobby still was in his older age. Not until this moment.

His soft smile as he looked at you highlighted his slight wrinkles and hollow cheeks. His lips were also nice, more pronounced than you had seen on another white man.

He had very unique features, which you began to appreciate at this moment.

"Let's get you out of here," he said before he got up and then helped you up. He took your hand afterwards and brought you to his old Jeep.

You both hopped in and he drove it to the front, before getting out again.

"Stay here. I'll keep my eye on you but I gotta finish closing up and putting this vacuum away."

"I'm not worried. I stabbed that bastard in the leg before I ran away. He's gonna be incapacitated for a while."

Bobby smirked proudly at you, then went back into the lobby to finish closing up.

He forgo his stringent cleaning and just put the vacuum up like he said and then turned off the lights and locked up. He smiled at you as he got back into the Jeep and drove off.

Softly, he glanced at you when you he got to his first stop light before he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You lightly giggled, although you were still looking out your window.

"Who did this to you?" he calmly asked you.

"My boyfriend," you replied before you began to cry again. "He didn't like how I cooked his chicken so he beat me."

"How long has he been hitting you?"

"Longer than I can remember," you admitted. "I thought I could change him, but I've given up now. What we have isn't love and I wish I never gave him the chance. I finally defended myself against him and I ran 3 miles just to get to you. I only have you in Orlando, Bobby. My family don't give a fuck about me and they're all in Ocala now."

Bobby squeezed her hand again while he tried to cool off again. He didn't know her boyfriend, but he did want to teach him a lesson.

"Where are you taking me?" you softly asked.

"Back to my home," he replied. "You can stay in the guest room."

"Okay," you answered back. "I need a shower bad."

"You and me both," he quipped to try to lighten the mood. It worked and you began to laugh.

"Hard day at The Magic Castle?"

"You used to work there," he remarked. "When is there ever an easy day?"

"Fair point," you said as you noticed his muscles and side pec. "Looks like you worked up a sweat today."

"I was doing hard labor all day. I haven't been this soar since my first week of boot camp. Thank God for Aspirin."

"It is amazing to me how you stay so fit in your late fifties. I don't see many men your age looking as nice as you."

"Nev, are you flirting with me?" he teased.

"No," you hummed. "I just wanted to give you a compliment."

He blushed again.

"Thank you," he said before he pulled into the driveway of his quaint ranch home.

The exterior was bustling with life between the vines growing on the terracotta-colored walls and the plants and bushes that decorated the front yard.

It was also lit up with fairy lights since the road the home was on was very dark at night.

"Welcome to Casa de Hicks," he joked after he got out of the car. You giggled again before you also left the car.

"Your lawn looks amazing."

"Thanks," he said with a hardy smile. "I like to do lawn work when I'm not working my ass off at the Magic Castle. I haven't really had time to tend to my garden like I've wanted to lately though."

"I couldn't tell," you insisted as he unlocked his front door.

"Excuse the mess," he said before he opened the door for you. Once he put the main light on, you noticed that he was still in the process of moving by all of the boxes that were gathered in his living room. But otherwise, the space was clean.

Hell, it was cleaner than the apartment you and your boyfriend shared.

"It's not that dirty," you remarked.

"I pride myself in being as clean as possible, but I'm always too tired to clear these boxes."

"Maybe you need some help," you said.

"I've had plenty of assistant handymen since I first stepped foot at that motel. They're never as determined or motivated as me. I'm good handling it on my own."

"Okay," you said in defeat.

"You hungry?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen. "I can whip up something for us real quick."

"Yeah. I wasn't really able to enjoy my dinner earlier..."

"Right," he hummed. "Just take it easy and rest on the couch. I have some creams for your bruises. I'll take care of you after you're fed."

"Thanks, Bobby."

"Of course, Nev. What are friends for?"

You just smiled before you took his advice.

Thirty minutes later, he excitedly joined you on the sofa with two bowls in his hand while two water bottles were under his arms. Carefully, he handed you your food and drink before he put his water down.

Your stomach started growling again as you looked at the contents in the bowl. It was full of quinoa, sweet potatoes, and some other vegetables. But no meat to be found.

Was Bobby vegetarian or something and you just never notice?

"It's a Buddha bowl," he explained as he noticed your confused face. "I like to eat this on days like this."

"Are you vegetarian?" you curiously asked.

"Yeah. I've been since before you were born," he laughed. "You've never noticed? I mean I used to always have the break room smelling like kale."

"Oh, I remember. I just never really paid attention. Is there a reason?"

"I just think it's healthier and it works for me."

"Okay. Well, that's all I needed to hear. Glad it works for you...maybe I should convert to vegetarianism if that means being hot in my 50s."

Bobby's face was flushed red again before he smirked at you.

"Are you sure you aren't flirting with me? You seem to be very complimentary tonight."

You giggled before you kissed his cheek again.

"Thanks for being my hero," you cooed before you began to eat. "Mmm, this is good."

"Glad you like it," he chuckled.

"You know...I've been thinking about The Magic Castle a lot lately," you started. "I just can't forget all of the fun we used to have around the property. I hate my new job. Everyone is horrible there. Sure I make more money, but I'm miserable. I honestly missed you a lot, Bobby."

"I missed you too, Nev. I mean Tamara is a great receptionist, but you were even better. I miss bantering with you after a lodger pissed me off. You were a great shoulder to cry on."

"I actually liked the rowdy lodgers messing with me, because I always knew you would be my knight in shining armor and handle them. And you were always so hot when you did."

"Okay, okay, Neveah. What's up? Why..." he began before you softly kissed his lips. He was shocked but still fell into it.

"I don't know how you couldn't tell that I liked you," you cooed. "I wore all of those little outfits for you. But you never noticed."

"Nev, I noticed. I always noticed, I just didn't want to be obvious. I was your boss and not to mention, old enough to be your dad. It was just wrong."

"I don't think it was wrong. I was 22. A grown adult. A capable woman to consent. The heart wants what the heart wants and I want you."

"Well, you don't have to tell me twice," he said before he captured your lips into a more intimate kiss. His force almost made you drop your bowl, but you still caressed his cheek as he went on.

"So I'm guessing you dated that bastard to distract yourself from me?"

"I guess so. Didn't work though."

"Well, I should thank him for being a shit boyfriend after I take care of him," he growled as he clenched his fist.

"No, Bobby. Don't. I can just get my things while he's at work and...wait, I don't have anywhere to go..."

He kissed you again before he said,

"Fine. I won't hurt him, but I insist that you move in with me for the time being. I have a spare room you can use. I can help you move too."

"Okay, if you insist," you joked. He laughed and kissed your cheek before he rubbed your back. You leaned closer to him afterwards and then pushed your bowl to the side.

"I'm full. Want to shower with me?"

He looked baffled by what you asked him.

"We can shower together without having sex, you know that right? Although, I wouldn't be opposed to it. And we can kill two birds with one stone. You can take care of my bruises and get clean. Plus we can conserve some water. I say it's a win-win."

"You drive a hard bargain," he said before he smirked at you. "But I'm in. You can go ahead and run our water. I'll meet you in a minute. The master bedroom is down the hall, last door on the right."

"Okay," you chirped, before leaving him with another cheek kiss.

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Your body trembled as you heard Bobby come into the shower after you. Although you kept a poker face when you asked him to join you, your cover was starting to slip.

You were thinking a mile a minute at the time, you didn't really think about how hard it was gonna be to not look at his full body, especially his cock.

Still, you tried to remain strong and face away from him as you began to lather some of his Old Spice body wash all over you.

The suds were soon washed off before you heard a cap pop and felt a gentle touch on your arms. His hands made work moving the creams down your aching arms and every spot of skin that was stained.

It felt so good, you were practically swooning. You couldn't remember the last time your boyfriend touched you like this.

The older man started to hum in your ear as he went on, leaning closer and closer to your backside. Until you finally felt his cock against your ass.

You nervously gulped as you realized that he was rock hard.

Did he want to fuck you now?

"Sorry," he softly said as he realized that he was poking you. "I guess I can't hide it anymore."

"Well, we can do something about that."

"Nev, I don't want to take advantage of you. You had a long night. I'm glad you like me back, but..."

You cut him off with a kiss after you turned to face him.

"I honestly want you to fuck me. I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable. It's fine," you assured before you noticed how huge he was. "Let's just take it slow. You're bigger than any man I've ever been with."

He just smirked.

"What are you waiting for?" you asked before you yanked his dog tags and kissed him again. Gradually, you both moved forward until your back hit the wall below the shower head.

You yelped in slight pain before Bobby began to decorate your neck with hickeys. Instinctively, you pulled at his tags again, begging for more attention.

He obeyed your silent plea soon after, moving his fingers down to your labia. He teasingly rubbed the tips of his fingers against it before he finally moved in.

You jolted from the sorely missed sensation, causing your old manager to stop in his tracks.

"Please...don't stop," you whined. He snickered then kept going, gently gliding his digits in and out of you.

"You're so wet for me," he observed.

"I've always been," you teased before he pushed your head against the wall with the force of his lips on yours. His kiss was needy, but just what you wanted once you felt his tongue connect with yours. 

The taste of cigarettes and cheap vodka on his tongue intoxicated your senses, making you even more aroused by his finger work.

"Still sneaking that flask on the job?" you asked.

He just smirked before he moved down a bit and took one of your sensitive buds into his mouth. You hollered and howled at the feeling.

You never had a man that was into nipple play and breast pleasure, but it seemed like Bobby was. His tongue danced around your nipple, savoring the taste of your soft skin.

"Oh, Bobby!" you screamed. "I'm so close."

His response was a kiss upon your neck before his fingers began to move even faster inside of you.

But you didn't come until he began to suck on your other breast. Your high had you twitching and flinching. It felt so good. Like nothing you had ever felt before, because you hadn't.

So you whined once you were empty again. Your eyes moved back to his and when you did, you saw all of the longing flashing in his wild blues.

His sandy brunette hair was wet and matted on his head while the water droplets decorated his aged skin. The definition of his muscles throughout his body impressed you.

He really was in as good of shape as he looked with clothes on.

"Like what you see?"

"I love what I see. But now I kinda want to love what I feel inside of me."

He took your hint and kissed you again before he began to line up his cock with your pussy.

"You wet enough for me?"

"Hell yeah, Daddy."

"Daddy?" he asked before he began to blush.

"You don't like that?"

"I love that," he whispered before he began to enter you. Just his tip hurt when it first went in, but you didn't yank on his tags to tell him to stop. No, you just endured it until he was half way in.

By that point, he could tell you were still trying to adjust.

"Here," he said as he handed you his tags. "Hold on to this. I got you, but I want you to yank on these if I'm hurting you, okay?"

"Okay," you cooed. "Daddy, you're so big. You're gonna rip me in half."

"You're gonna be the death of me, Neveah," he whispered.

"Maybe that's been my intention all along," you teased before you did yank on his tags, but just to kiss him again. "Please keep going. I need to get fucked since like last Tuesday."

He snickered and began to inch into your pussy a little bit more. He kept his eyes on you, making sure he still wasn't hurting you. You kept a smile on your face though, especially since you liked feeling as full as you did now.

"I'm in," he said as he gripped your thighs. "How you feeling?"

"Full and happy," you chirped. "Just give me like five minutes."

"Gladly," he said as he started to kiss your neck again, illiciting so many moans from your lips.

"You're a very sensitive little thing, aren't you Nev?" he teased in a goofy voice.

"Yes...I love how you know all of my sweet spots."

"I guess I'm a lucky guesser," he shrugged as he took your lips again. His tongue slid in with ease after.

Soon your arms wrapped around his wrinkled neck and you pulled him even closer to you as your tongues fought for dominance.

He took your breath away, but you weren't trying to catch it again any time soon.

"Move, Daddy. Please, I beg of you. Move," you whined before he gently slid out of you, only leaving his tip inside. You took a deep breath once he did, only to exhale as soon as he thrusted back in.

It stung, but you were grateful that he began to fuck you nice and slow. Despite your tightness, he managed to glide in and out of you aided by your slick.

"Your pussy's tight, babe. Just like Daddy likes it," he whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you so good you're never gonna want another dick. You'll only beg for mine."

"Daddy!" you cried as you yanked his tags again.

"I got you, babe," he assured. "I'm gonna take good care of you."

"Your cock feels so good! Goddamn!"

He just snickered before he picked up his pace slightly. At this point, he was ramming into your slick opening while his grip stayed tight on your thighs.

"I'm close, daddy! So close."

"Then cum. Cum for me around my cock," he demanded. Your body twitched after, giving in immediately to his command.

"Good girl," he praised you as he kept fucking you. He only gave you a minute to recollect after your mind blowing orgasm, but you didn't mind.

Honestly, you hoped he wouldn't cum any time soon. His cock really felt that good rearranging your insides.

He felt the same about your pussy. It was nice and warm and felt so good squeezing his large member. It was a nice sensation he hadn't felt since his last fling, but sex with her didn't feel as good as this.

Now he just hoped you would let him fuck you more. You did seem more than willing to let him get you more adjusted to his girth.

"You're so beautiful when you're being fucked just right," he quipped as he watched your breasts bounce up and down from his force. "I guess your pussy is all mine now."

"Yes," you cried. "All yours. My pussy is daddy's."

He snickered, slowly leaning in to kiss you again. You met him halfway and caressed his wet, slightly aged skin from his chest down to right where you were intertwined.

It was soft and smooth to the touch, you couldn't help but feel him over and over again. His heart was pounding in his chest from your curiosity, and he looked at you intrigued by what you were doing.

"You love touching daddy," he observed.

"I can't help myself. Daddy is so sexy and hawt," you cooed before you felt his cock twitch inside of you. You slyly looked at him after and whispered,

"Cum in me, daddy. I want to be filled to the brim with your seed."

He looked worried, until you assured him that you were on the pill. Easily, he was convinced and he gave you three more thrusts before he finally unloaded.

His lips were back on yours during the process, only pulling away once his cock was unlodged from you. You whined once he pulled out, making the older man snicker.

"You can have daddy's cock again after we finish cleaning off."

"Okay!" you chirped.

"Daddy! Oh, daddy!" you cried into his silk sheets. Your old manager was now pounding into you doggy style while your head was held down against the covers.

"Such a horny little thing," he teased.

"Only for you, daddy. Only for your big cock."

"I know, babe," he assured before kissed down your back and your neck. "I can't tell you how many times I desired to bend you over my desk and take you."

"You can still do that if you would...like..." you droned off as he started to pick up his pace again.

"I don't know about that," he said. "But I don't mind taking you anywhere in this house."

"Fine with...oh...I think I'm close again...daddy..."

He didn't respond, instead he fucked you even harder until you finally did cum on his cock again.

Your breath became heavy again, leading the man behind you to comfort you with more kisses on your neck. He knew you would probably be sore in the morning, so he eased up a bit, giving you nice slow pumps until he finally came again.

But this time, he pulled out and came on your back. The warm sensation made you flinch, but you stayed still. You figured he would probably wipe you off with a towel.

He came back with a warm, wet towel like you suspected and you gasped when you felt it on your back. It did feel good though, especially how he was rubbing it against your skin.

"Feeling alright," he asked after he finished cleaning you off again. You didn't answer until you turned to your back though. You just had to see the look on his face before you answered.

"I feel amazing," you chirped, making the older man smile. "Thanks for making my horrible night better."

"You're very welcome," he softly said before he hugged you tight. "You're still gonna have to stop me from hurting your boyfriend."

"I think you mean ex-boyfriend," you said confusing the older man. "Because I want you to be my boyfriend, Bobby."

He laughed.

"I accept," he chirped before kissing you again. "Now let's get some shut-eye. You're gonna be coming with me to work, just so I can keep an eye on you."

"And to reminisce about the good old days," you remarked. Bobby just playfully rolled his eyes before he made himself comfortable in bed.

"Would you like to join me?" he teased.

"Of course," you happily replied before you made your way over to the other side of the bed. He grabbed you as soon as he could reach you and cuddled you close.

"Is it weird that I'm falling in love with you?" he asked.

"No, because I'm falling in love with you too," you chirped before you kissed his lips. "Good Night, Bobby."

"Good Night, Nev. Sweet dreams."

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"Nev...Nev...Neveah, wake up. Wake up honey," he softly said as he shook your sleepy body. You hesitated to wake, until you finally recognized the voice you just heard. 

Soon you batted your eyes and smiled when you saw your old manager standing by your side. 

He smelled of a fresh morning cigarette with a hint of orange juice. And he was wearing a pink short sleeve shirt with slight raveled jorts.

His utility belt was fastened firm against his waist, as his hands held the sides, flexing his muscles a little more.

He was quite the sight to behold after you woke up, although you wished he was still cuddling you in bed. 

"Good morning, Bobby," you groggily said as you rubbed your eyes. "It's morning already?" 

"Yes, and I need you up and at 'em," he demanded in more of a drill sergeant tone. "We got places to be and faces to see." 

"Okay, sir," you hummed, making him blush. "Sir, yes sir."  

"Nev, please stop. We don't have time for more fucking and you're making me horny calling me sir like that," he warned, his face turning even more red. 

You laughed as you got up and out of bed. 

"Okay, Bobby. I'll stop. Can I at least get a kiss?" 

"After you get dressed," he said. "Time's a wasting. Tam's been blowing up my phone. She acts like she can't function without me around. I told her that I was helping you out and that we need to get your stuff out of that apartment before I come in. Juan's there though. So she can just get help from him." 

You felt your blood boiling a bit from what he was saying. 

You knew that Tamara took your old job, but you didn't realize that she probably had a crush on Bobby too.

And it really didn't make you think otherwise by his admission. 

It wasn't a hard job, so you knew that she only wanted Bobby around because she liked him.

So that only meant that this was gonna be awkward being in the same space as her. 

"What am I gonna wear, Bobby? All of my clothes are at my apartment." 

"Not to worry, beautiful. I already picked out an old army shirt and some cargo shorts for you to wear." 

"Oh, does that mean I can wear your dog tags too?" you curiously asked. 

"No, no, darling. Those are only for me to wear. Although, maybe I might oblige...if it involved you with nothing else on." 

"That can be arranged," you hummed. 

He just snickered. 

"Enough," he sternly said. "Now get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. I made a breakfast smoothie for you." 

"A tropical smoothie with a hint of coconut?" 

"Of course. I do remember you always trying to drink all of mine every morning. I couldn't leave my cup unattended lest I be left with less than half of it." 

You giggled. 

"Well, it didn't bother you too much," you said as you began to put his clothes on. "I mean you did still fuck me last night." 

"The heart wants what the heart wants," he teased before he left you to finish getting dressed. 

After you finished and wrapped your hair up in a messy bun, you followed his instructions to meet him in the kitchen. 

He was preoccupied pouring more almond milk in your smoothie before he finally looked at you. And when he looked at you, he was floored. 

His old army shirt and cargo shorts looked so good on you. His shirt clung to your chest nicely and his shorts hugged your ass, hips, and thighs just right. 

You looked like a model to him, a very sexy curvy model that he was lucky enough to bed last night. 

"So, what do you think?" you asked as he finally came back to his senses. 

"What do I think?" he asked as he walked around the island where he was standing and moved over by you. "I think...well I think you look gorgeous. Damn. My clothes look better on you." 

He sealed his compliment with a heartfelt kiss, pulling you even closer to him as it went on. 

"Thank you, Bobby," you said before a giggle. "Maybe you should let me wear your clothes more." 

"I'm starting to be open to the suggestion," he moaned before he retrieved your smoothie. "Here. You ready to go now?" 

"Thanks," you said once you took the cup from him. "Yep, I'm ready to go." 

Like most mornings in Orlando, it was beaming hot already, so Bobby made sure to put the A/C on full blast.

And you were thankful for that since your A/C in your car was still broken. It was just nice to feel the cool air against your skin again. 

Bobby, meanwhile, was singing along with an old Van Halen track you were vaguely familiar with. You didn't know the lyrics, but you did know the chord progression.

But that was because it took you back to your childhood when your dad would constantly play old rock music. 

It was a nice passing thought, but Bobby's passionate crooning and adorableness distracted you from it. 

You just couldn't help but look at him.

He was practically glowing against the intense sunlight and it was just so cute to see him so happy. 

Of course, he eventually noticed you staring at him and smirked at you once he stopped at the red light. 

"Are you staring at me or admiring me?" he curiously asked.

"Both," you softly answered before you leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're just so dang cute." 

He blushed before saying, 

"Thank you," he said before asking, "Am I still going straight or...?" 

"Yep. You're gonna turn left on Vine St. at the next light." 

"Oh, you live at the The Vine?" he asked with a disgusted look on his face. 

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" 

He laughed. 

"No, I'm not scared. I just didn't realize you lived in such a run down area. I'm glad you're moving out now." 

"Wow, Bobby," you playfully scoffed. "You know, not everyone makes motel manager money." 

"Nev, you know I didn't mean it like that. I just care about your safety and a girl like you deserves more than that." 

"Don't I know it? But it's all me and my ex could afford," you remarked. "But I'm glad to be moving out too. Your house is way nicer than where I'm coming from, as you alluded to." 

He chuckled to himself, before taking the left turn like you told him to.

Your apartment complex was on the left side of the road adjacent to a small three-way intersection. So after he made it pass that, he drove into the entrance before following your instructions on where to go next.

It took another two turns before he ended up parking right in front of your second-floor apartment. 

His eyes moved right to the balcony and sliding door after. He observed how ripped and tattered the cheap vertical blinds were, how dirty the glass was on the doors, and the cheap furniture on your porch. 

He didn't want to upset you though, so he decided to at least compliment the furniture.

"Nice balcony you have here," he chirped. 

"Thanks, I think," you replied. "You do know that's just cheap ass old patio furniture, right? My ex got those from the back of his cousin's pickup and called himself refurbishing it. It looks even worst up close." 

"If I didn't hate him, I would commend his resourcefulness," he said before you giggled. 

"I think you mean cheapness," you huffed before you unbuckled your belt and got out of his Jeep. "Let's go. The blinds are open which means he's at work now."

"Ma'am, yes ma'am," he teased before you laughed. 

Quickly, he got out of his seatbelt and car too before locking it. Then he walked over to your side and took your hand. 

"Lead the way," he said as he captured your lips in a soft kiss.

Bobby was still more than nervous to enter the scene of the literal crime committed against you. Just the thought of seeing the aftermath of domestic abuse in such an intimate little space sickened him.

But he held his head high and masked his true feelings for your sake. The last thing he wanted was for you to have to think about that trauma again, although he was sure it was still in the back of your mind. 

And it was. He was right about that.

But you were so used to this level of abuse that you didn't even have a reaction anymore.

A fact of your life that would also sadden the poor motel manager. 

You heard him take a deep breath once you unlocked the door, which made your heart drop.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to bring him here.

But you were also wise enough to know that Bobby wouldn't have let you go back alone. 

And if he couldn't go, he would have had the infamous Orange County Sheriff Dudley Rugg and his whole police department at the scene.

That's just how protective he had always been of you. 

You let him in after opening the door and flicked the light on, not daring to look anywhere but forward.

You had no recollection of your boyfriend's destruction right before he attacked you. 

No, you only remembered the attack and your counterattack with one of your cooking knives to his leg. 

But Bobby immediately noticed the chaotic state of the apartment.

Framed pictures lied cracked on the ground, the sofa pillows were thrown about, the coffee table was flipped over, dishes were broken, and there was a faint trail of dried blood that he suspected belonged to your boyfriend. 

He was more than horrified at what he saw.

His beloved Neveah had become desensitized to such terror and anger.

It made his blood boil, especially since you made it very apparent that you ignored it and went straight to your room.

You shouldn't have been numb to this. You shouldn't have had to been.

Still, he let you be and stood amongst the chaos while he waited for you to ask for help gathering things. 

His curiosity did get the better of him though while in the rubble. 

He picked up one of the broken frames and noticed that it was a picture of you and your boyfriend.

The side of the glass above his face was cracked, but Bobby could still make out his features. 

He looked closely at the monster next to you, until it dawned on him.

This monster was familiar to him.

And then his heart sank...

Your boyfriend was Jason Reyes, the nephew of the motel owner.

And Bobby always thought he was a little shit. He was almost glad to have that confirmation to his assumption.

But it was bittersweet at best.

He didn't want to be right like this.

However, he did want to rearrange his face even if that meant losing his managerial job and posting bail for rightful assault. 

His anger was soon quelled though when he heard you calling for him in the bedroom.

Your tone sounded desperate and sad. So he hid the small remnant of said anger, set the picture down, and went to check on you.