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Back in her room, I look around the space, trying to find something of interest. My eyes catch sight of her laptop sitting on her desk. Jackpot. I walk across the room and flip the thing open, shaking my head at her stupidity when I realize she doesn’t have it password protected. Cracking my knuckles, I grin like the asshole I am and start to flip through the folders on the screen and stop at the one that says Homework.
I open it and delete every single file in it. Then I click the Trash icon in the corner and empty it out, making sure she can’t recover any of her homework.
Boom! Asshole deed of the day, done.
Satisfied with my work, I shut the computer and sit down on her bed, lounging on it like I own the place. I don’t have to wait long before she exits the bathroom, shooting me an angry glare that’s filled to the brim with flames of fire.
“I said to get out, Vance, and I meant it. Keep fucking with me and I’ll go to my mom.”
Her threat is laughable more than anything. I open my mouth to respond when she suddenly drops the towel in front of the dresser. Fuck. My cock stands at attention, growing like a weed in a second flat. I stare at her smooth ass and envision entering her from behind before I can stop myself. She starts to pull on her clothes, and by then, I finally get my mouth to work again.
Swallowing a knot of arousal down, I say, “Is that a threat?”
She turns around to face me for half a second, her eyes burn into mine and I see all the pain, all the sadness I’ve caused her.
“It’s not a threat. It’s a promise.”
Then, without another word, she leaves the room. What the… Who the fuck does she think she is? I won’t lie and say my mouth isn’t left gaping open like a fish flopping out of water. She doesn’t get to talk to me like that…
I lounge against her bed waiting for her to come back, but after a few minutes, curiosity gets the better of me and I get up to look for her. I check the kitchen, the living room, and even in the backyard, but I don’t see her anywhere. Maybe she left? Though she didn’t have her wallet, or keys with her when she left her bedroom.
Letting out a sigh of frustration, I tell myself she’s most likely hiding from me. I’m about ready to grab my keys and head over to Clark’s house when I hear voices, they’re faint, but they carry through the house like a quiet gust of wind entering through a window. It sounds like it’s coming from my dad’s office down the hall.
Ava’s voice meets my ears, it’s soft, vulnerable, and for some strange reason, tugs at my heart. My jaw tenses and my heart thunders deep inside my chest. I know I shouldn’t, that I should keep on track with my plans, but I can’t. Something compels me to walk down the hall, like I need to hear what she’s going to say, what she is saying. Stopping a few feet away from my father’s office door, I lean against the far wall.
The door is not closed all the way which lets me hear right in on their conversation.
“I don’t understand why we can’t tell Vance the truth. It was a long time ago, and things have changed so much since then. Please just tell him the truth.” Ava’s heartbroken voice meets my ears.
“I will not tell him anything.” My father’s voice comes through.
“He blames me. He hates me for it,” she admits softly.
Of course I blame her… she’s a lying…
“Well, that’s because it is your fault. What kid comes into her mother’s room in the middle of the night at that age? If you hadn’t snuck in that night…if you would have stayed in your room that night…” My father trails off.
“I’m sorry, okay? It was a stupid game, and yes, I should have been asleep that night, but you can’t really place the fault for what happened on me.”
“Of course I can, you’re the one who told your father. Had you kept your yap shut, I wouldn’t have had to lie to my son. The way I see it, all of this is your fault.”
I blink, the air stills in my lungs and for a moment I wonder if this is real. Or if this is all a nightmare. He lied.
“You were the ones having an affair,” she snaps back, and I hear my father slam something down on the table.
“You’re not to bring this up ever again. You are going to keep your mouth shut about what you saw that night from here on out or you and your mother are going to be out on the street without a penny in your pockets. Do you understand me?” My father’s voice booms through the room and I feel like I just got hit by a bus.
