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)
“It’s fine,” I assure him, flashing him my politician smile that soothes people because it exudes confidence. “The code is changed and cameras are gone. We’re going to make sure Aubrey isn’t ever alone outside of the house until we figure out who’s doing this. We don’t need security. We need a private investigator looking out, not in.”
Dad studies me for a bit and nods. “I’ll get someone on it. Jude can pass on anything he’s found. We’d get further if your brother ever left his goddamn house.”
Dad and Callum don’t get along because Dad stole his girlfriend when he was a teenager.
The reason Dad doesn’t get along with Jude is because he wants Jude to snap out of the trauma that shaped him into the recluse he is. Nearly every time they see each other, Dad suggests a therapist.
Dempsey is the rebel who’s always getting in trouble and Gemma is a doll he must protect at all costs.
I’m the only child of his that he doesn’t fight with, need to fix, or protect. The golden son. The favorite.
Would I retain that status if he knew I had my tongue in my teenage stepdaughter’s pussy?
“I’ll leave you to get back to it,” Dad says, rising to his feet. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out and then you can focus on what’s important. Becoming attorney general. Love you, Son.”
I tip my head at him. “Love you too, Dad. Can you send Aubrey back in?”
He leaves and then a few seconds later, Aubrey reappears. She remains standing in the doorway, arms folded over her perky tits and a guarded expression on her pretty face.
“Come in,” I instruct, voice firm. “Close the door.”
She remains rooted in place and lifts her chin. “I’m kind of busy. Can it wait?”
“No. Please shut the door and come here. I want to talk with you.”
Her shoulders drop and she lets out a sigh. Slowly, she closes the door but stays close to it. “What do you want to talk about?”
I study her, taking in every slight twitch of her face muscles. She’s hiding something from me. My gut tells me it’s about Spencer.
“What happened?” I demand, a flash of anger popping like a firecracker in my chest.
“What? Nothing happened.” Her eyes dart to the floor. “Don’t worry about it.”
I rise to my feet and stalk over to her. Gently, I grip her jaw and tilt her head up so I can see her eyes when she lies to me. “What. Happened?”
She tries to look away, but my grip tightens, forcing her to hold my gaze. “You don’t want to know, Hugo. You don’t. Just drop it.”
“I want to know, Love. I need to know.” Anger swells up inside of me. “Tell me.”
I slide my free hand to her pussy. Her eyes glimmer. Slowly, I rub at her through her clothes. Her breath hitches and her nostrils flare.
“Did he touch what’s mine?”
Her eyebrows pinch together. “Hugo…”
“Goddammit, Aubrey, fucking tell me.”
She blinks several times, shocked at my harsh tone. Then, her face takes on that cruel expression that reminds me of her mother. “I had sex with Spencer. Are you happy?”
My blood runs cold at her words.
She fucked my son?
I reach behind her, lock the door, and then guide her over to my desk with my firm grip on her jaw. She whimpers, stumbling over her heels, trying to keep up with my pace.
“You promised,” I snarl, nose close to hers. “What the fuck?”
“I didn’t promise anything,” she snaps back. “I can’t help it that everything’s so confusing!”
I gape at her. “What’s so confusing, Love? I ate you out. We were secretly giving this thing between us a go.” Releasing her jaw, I drop my arm and glower at her. “But then you fuck my son behind my back? Is it because he’s a dick to you? That it? Like for a man to push you around and take what he wants?”
My voice is rising, but I’m beyond controlling it. Truth is, I’m pissed and fucking hurt. Yesterday, I’d thought something was happening between us and it was worth the risk.
“You’re being an asshole,” she accuses, tears in her eyes. “And loud. Someone could hear.”
“You like assholes,” I throw back. “You like being hurt. Tell me, did my son beat on you while he fucked you? Is that what you want?”
She smacks me hard on the cheek. “Fuck you, Hugo.”
I crash my mouth to hers, expecting her to fight, but she relents, allowing me to kiss her. It’s brutal and harsh, both of us nipping at each other’s tongues and lips. She whimpers when I roughly lift her dress and start wrenching down her panties.
This is wrong and all kinds of fucked-up, but I’m beyond stopping now. All I can think about is erasing his presence inside her. I need it to be me. I need her to remember how good it was between us yesterday and that it can be that good again.