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"Are you expecting someone?" he asked.
I shook my head and stepped back.
Puzzled, we both got up to answer the door. The only other person who knew where I lived that ever came over was Hayden, but after the discussion I'd just had with Kova, I prayed it wasn't him.
The rapid knocking persisted and I looked over my shoulder and saw Kova close behind, the pregnancy tests still in his hand. It crushed me to see that because I felt like it meant he was holding onto the only evidence he'd ever have of our baby.
Turning the lock, I didn't look through the peephole before I pulled it open. Hindsight is 20/20, and looking back, I should've never answered the door.
Maybe I’d prayed a little too hard, because right now, I would do anything for it to be Hayden.
Seventy
"Dad?”
He didn't hear me.
He didn't see me.
The silence was deafening, the accusation clear. All he saw was Kova in my condo without a shirt on, fresh from the shower, the water from his hair dripping over the scarred letter I’d marked on his chest.
I was going to be sick. Dad tilted his head to the side, his harsh gaze taking in Kova. I was in nothing but a small shirt and underwear.
It felt like everything was happening in slow motion as my father stepped inside the condo and shut the door.
Dad glanced at Kova's bare chest, then his jaw locked. Nostrils flaring, he said, "Well, this is certainly a surprise. Care to tell me what you're doing in my daughter's condo, Konstantin?"
A chill of terror rolled down my spine. I held my stomach. This was far worse than telling Kova about the pregnancy.
Kova stood completely stone-faced. We both knew there was no legitimate reason for him to be here, and I kind of hoped he wouldn't try to make an excuse. Kova gave nothing away. His breathing was steady as he remained calm under pressure. The situation was fucked up, and even I knew there was nothing I could say to get us out of this. We were both caught red-handed.
"Do you have an answer for me?" Dad asked. He removed his navy blazer and folded it over one of the high-back chairs.
Kova's eyes shot to mine and the tension grew to a thickening level. His Adam's apple bobbed.
"No. Don't look at my daughter," my dad said casually, as he if was asking him to lunch. He uncuffed his sleeves and rolled them up. "I asked you a question and I expect an answer from you."
Kova put his hands up. "Frank—"
"You know how this looks, right? A man, one I trusted with my teenage daughter—my sick daughter—to watch over her is in her condo. Both of you are wearing fucking scraps of clothing, not to mention, is that a fucking tattoo with the letter of her name?" His jaw flexed, and I thought he was going to pop a blood vessel in his eyes. "So, tell me, what the fuck are you doing in my condo with my fucking daughter?"
My stomach dropped. His cursing isn't what held me immobilized, it was his words spoken with such disgust that frightened me.
"Are you a sick fucking pervert preying on young girls?"
My jaw dropped. "Dad—"
Dad pointed a finger at me. "Shut your goddamned mouth, Adrianna. There is nothing you can say that will help you out of this. I've seen everything I need to. Go pack your clothes. Whatever the fuck this is, ends here."
Tears sprung to my eyes. "No," I gasped.
"Frank, please—"
"You can't be serious," I said, barely able to breathe. My heart was in my throat. "Just let me explain. It's not what it looks like, I swear."
Dad lowered his voice, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Does it look like I'm fucking kidding? I'm not playing games with you."
I took a step closer, but also kept a decent amount of distance. I could feel the heat and rage blistering around him, and it scared me.
