Chapter 20. Creaming On Daddy’s Perv Best Friend: pt. 2

This was my first time in Africa. It looked so good—better than I ever expected. I’d pictured it all wrong: muddy tracks, uncivilized chaos. But stepping off the plane, the air hit differently, shattering every stereotype I’d swallowed from bad movies.

We’d arrived at the airport—I couldn’t pin the stopover exactly, somewhere in Nairobi. Now we were crammed into the international Nairobi Railway, chugging toward Zanzibar.

Dad had taken the wrong route, turning our trip into a dragged-out slog. Two hours, minimum.

I really didn’t mind. Not when l get to see the daddy of my dreams.

The ride was endless, but we finally pulled in.

A quick twenty-minute ride , and Dad killed the engine. “Here we are, darling,” he said, popping the trunk.

“Uhmm, Daddy… I don’t see any hotel.” My voice dripped confusion, edged with disappointment as I scanned the jagged rocks spilling out from the dirt path. I crossed my arms, I knew Africa was bullshit. “Dad, we’d have