Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“What is it?” he says, eyes darting back and forth as if to assess me for invisible damage. “You know you can talk to me about anything.”
“I kissed Aubrey,” I blurt out. “Not long before you got home.”
I also had my fingers in her pussy, but he doesn’t need to know that. Yet.
The color drains from his face and his eyes widen comically. I’ve done some stupid shit over the years to earn this look of horror, but this one is especially satisfying knowing the pedestal she’s on around him is about to be kicked out from under her feet.
“It won’t happen again,” I assure him, making my voice quaver. “I swear.”
He closes his eyes and his jaw clenches. The shock is slipping away as anger floods in. I know he’s pissed because his neck slowly turns crimson and his nostrils flare. The grip on my neck no longer feels like a loving father comforting his son, but more of a potential strangulation.
She did this to him.
Not me.
Aubrey.
“Please don’t be mad,” I croak out. “It just…it just happened.”
“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Dad?”
He releases my neck and points a finger hard into my chest. “It will never happen again. Are we clear? Never.”
Under all the fury is jealousy. He’s jealous of his own son.
“Don’t take this out on her,” I rush out. “She’s so fragile with her mom missing and her dad kicking her out. Please, Dad.”
His gaze softens. “I’m not going to punish her. Or you. In fact, I’d be happiest if we never discussed this again.”
I nod and make a motion of zipping my lips with the fingers that still smell like Aubrey. “Not a word.” I make a motion toward the house next door. “I’m going to go out with Dempsey. Maybe everything will be back to normal by the time I get back.”
Unlikely, but I can pretend.
“Normal,” Dad repeats, a pensive expression on his face. “Normal would be great.” He walks over to the window again, back once more facing me, and grows quiet.
Good.
I’ve fixed Dad’s little fixation by revealing how not-so-innocent his stepdaughter is.
He’ll remember who she is and everything will go back to normal for him.
But for me and Aubrey?
Torment will soon be her new normal and I can’t fucking wait to dole it out to her.
Hugo
It takes everything in me to hold my composure until I hear the faint hum of the garage door opening, signaling Spencer’s departure.
Un-fucking-believable.
I’d been so wrapped up in my own shit with Aubrey that I’d completely been blind as to what was happening right under my nose—under my own roof—with my own son.
I thought they hated each other. And yet, the same day I had her in my lap with her lips on mine, she also had her tongue down my son’s throat.
Bile creeps up my throat. The media would have a field day with this shit. Father and son secretly making out with the same goddamn girl. Worse yet, she’s family. My stomach twists at the thought of everyone in Park Mountain a witness to our family drama.
That can’t happen.
It’d cost me the election for sure.
And then they’d start asking questions about where Neena is. Conclusions would be drawn and suddenly, my ass would be in jail for the murder of my wife. I’ve seen enough crime TV to know the husband is always the suspect. Now, because of my dick, I’d have motive too.
She’s not dead.
At least I hope not. I mean, I want to kill her because she takes such great satisfaction in ruining my life, but I know Neena. This is another stunt of hers.
What happens when she finds out her daughter was grinding against my cock this afternoon?
A shot of anger spikes through me again, this time directed at Aubrey. She seemed pretty fucking into me earlier. When I stopped what was happening, she was upset. I’d witnessed firsthand the hurt on her face. Longed for another taste of her pouty bottom lip.
She was pissed at me and decided to seek revenge by kissing Spencer?
I storm out of Spencer’s room and head straight for hers. Twisting the knob, I send the door flinging against the wall with a loud bang. It would be smarter to cool off before addressing her, but I can’t. I need to know what happened. More importantly, why.
Her figure appears in the doorway of her bathroom. She’s wide-eyed and her lips are parted. The white towel wrapped around her body is snuggly tied, showing off her sexy curves. Her long blond hair is damp, dripping rivulets of water down her upper chest.
“Hugo?” she squeaks out. “Is everything okay?”
No.
Nothing is okay.
Everything is all fucked-up and has been ever since she walked back into our lives this week.
Stalking over to her, I feel a slight thrill when she backs away, fear glinting in her eyes. Good. I want her to be afraid. Fucking around with us both is not okay. She needs to know that, even if I have to spank her ass to get the point across.