I Don't Own Rent

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Nightmares

"Joanne." Maureen giggled while the lawyer kissed her neck, and pushed her onto the bed. "Oh man I love when you get like this."

Joanne smirked and climbed on Maureen, her fingers circling around the diva's wrist pinning her to the bed. "Do you now?"

Maureen eagerly nodded, while Joanne's lips sucked on her collarbone, Maureen surrendering herself to Joanne's control. Joanne grew a little rougher as Maureen wished, her finger nails scraping the diva's skin.

An hour later the two laid tangled up in each other, Maureen's head resting softly on Joanne's chest, the lawyer running her fingers through the diva's long tresses.

"I love you." Maureen mumbled half asleep.

"I love you too honeybear." Joanne replied and then kissed the top of Maureen's head, the two of them drifting off into a deep slumber.

The next day Joanne sat behind her desk working hard, until there was a knock on her door. Joanne's eyes averted from the papers on her desk, to her secretary.

"Ms. Jefferson?" The twenty-five year old blonde woman called out. "There is a man here to see you. Do you want me to send him in?"

Joanne nodded. "Yes thank you Cindy."

Cindy smiled and left the doorway, not to long after a tall dark haired man entered her office.

"Joanne Jefferson?" The mans rough voice asked.

Joanne looked up once more, her brown eyes landing on droopy hazel ones. She studied his features, his look oddly reminding her of Maureen. His hair was the same color, his jaw line just as distinctive as Maureen's, and his nose almost the same shape.

"Can I help you?" Joanne asked, her legs now pulling her into a standing position.

"I'm wondering if you can help me find my daughter, Maureen Johnson." He softly asked, almost like he was afraid to use his actual voice. "I'm her real father, and the last I heard she was living here, and dating a lawyer."

"Her real father?" Joanne asked a little confused, but she quickly shrugged it off. "How did you know I was her girlfriend?"

"I took a ride around the East Village, the last place I heard she was living, and asked around." A proud smile then hit his face. "Who would have thought that my daughter was so well known around here?"

"She's a performer." Joanne smirked. "Of course she's well known."

Mr. Johnson chuckled. "She's still a little actress is she?"

Joanne giggled along. "And quite the drama queen."

The two shared a small laugh. Mr. Johnson was the first to stop it, his face quickly turning serious, his eyes firmly focused on Joanne's. "How is she?"

Joanne's face fell. "You haven't seen her?"

Mr. Johnson shook his head. "Not in fifteen years."

Joanne couldn't believe Maureen never told her about this. Her mind now assuming that the guy Maureen said was her real father was really her step-father.

"Joanne?" Mr. Johnson called out, causing the lawyer to break from her thoughts. "Can I see her? I would have just showed up at your apartment, but nobody would give me the information."

Joanne nodded. "I don't see why not." The lawyer then began writing on a piece of paper, when she was done she handed it over to the tall man. "I'm sure Maureen will be happy to see you."

"Thanks Joanne." Mr. Johnson smiled. "I'll come by around eight?"

"See you then." Joanne said, and watched as the grungy man left.

Later that night the couple sat at the kitchen table eating a late dinner.

"Honeybear? Why didn't you tell me about your real father?" Joanne all of a sudden blurted like it was nothing.

Maureen's head shot up. "How did you…Joanne were you and my mom getting along again?"

Joanne shook her head. "I met him today."

Maureen's fork dropped from her hand, her body now trembling. "Wha-what?"

"Your father." Joanne said. "I'm sorry your real father. The one you never told me about."

"For good reason!" Maureen shouted. "What did he say?"

"He wanted to see you; he's coming here around eight." Joanne answered, her face now falling as Maureen's face went pale like a ghost. "Maureen are you alright?"

"You invited my father here…with out even asking me first?" Maureen said through clenched teeth. "Joanne how could you!"

"He was desperate Maureen; the man hasn't seen you in fifteen years." Joanne replied. "I was only trying to help."

"Well you didn't." Maureen said. "You can't help, when you don't even know anything about the situation."

Just then there was a knock on the door, both of them turning their attention towards it. Maureen was the closes, so she bolted towards the door first, and quickly opened it, revealing her dad.

A bright smile crossed Mr. Johnson's face as he took in the sight of his beautiful daughter. "Maureen?"

"Fuck you." Maureen said and then slammed the door in his face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she rushed into the bedroom, leaving a bewildered Joanne standing behind.

Joanne apologized to Mr. Johnson, getting the number and place of where he was staying, and then sent him on his way so she could go and comfort Maureen.