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My grip on the wheel tightens as I remember pushing into her that night. Fuck. Her pussy blew my fucking mind. It damn near killed me to pull out and not take what I’d been craving. But pulling away, snapping those photos, they’d been exactly what I needed at the time.
I thought I was about to walk away, to never see her again.
Maybe I’d have done it a little differently if I knew what the next few months were going to hold.
Or maybe I wouldn’t…
I can’t help but laugh when my phone starts ringing this time. I throw my head back and really bark out my amusement at how pathetic she’s being.
Surely, playing little miss clueless is going to get boring for her soon. She can’t keep pulling the ‘I’m innocent and have no idea why you hate me’ card.
“Get the fucking clue, Liv. I don’t want you.”
But as those words echo around inside my car, I know they’re lies.
Because I do want her.
I want her again, and again, and again.
“FUCK,” I bark, slamming my hand down on the wheel as my frustration gets the better of me.
The sign thanking people for visiting Saints Cross comes and goes, and I’m soon on a road in the middle of nowhere with no other cars to be seen.
Dad: I know you’re going to be celebrating tonight, but maybe call me tomorrow?
I suck in a deep breath as I think of all the things he said to me when he sent me back here.
“Yeah, yeah. How about we have this out a little sooner than that?”
I press my foot down, speeding faster along the desolate road.
* * *
Ibarely remember the way to the place Dad now calls home. I was here over two months, but I didn’t venture out all that often unless it was to head down to the beach.
The solitude was needed, although I can’t deny that it made me miss my boys more than I should have done, seeing as I walked away without so much as a second glance.
Dad’s SUV is parked up out the front of the modest beach house he found for himself, but the space beside it is empty.
I pull up, killing the engine the second I’ve stopped, plunging myself into silence.
I half expected Dad to spill out the second I pulled up, but despite the lights being on inside, there seems to be no sign of life as I stay sitting there.
My phone rings again, Olivia’s name lighting up the screen, and the sight of it is the final push I need to get out of the car.
Pulling my keys from my pocket, I make my way toward the front door. I don’t bother knocking—I figure that he’s been begging me to talk to him for over a week, so there’s no way he won't welcome this visit.
My lips part to call out for him once I’m in the hallway, but my voice is cut off when a loud cry rips through the air.
“Oh fuck, Richard. Yeah, just like that, Daddy.”
Disbelief, shock, and maybe a little bit of pride wash through me.
I know I should back away, but a sick and twisted part of me forces me to walk toward the woman’s continued cries, although I come up short of the door when my dad joins in.
“Krystal, fuck, baby. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
Krystal?
