Page 47 of Plaything of His

He asks Delilah and I, and I waste no time as I respond.

“Yeah, we have.”

I manage to croak out just as his eyes move to mine, burning through me.

My tongue slips out of my mouth as I lick my bottom lip, my eyes moving shamelessly across his body. I don’t know why he thought it would be a good idea to come downstairs like this.

“Daddy, is there something you’re not telling me?”

At her voice, I immediately tear my eyes away from her father.

Delilah giggles beside me and Lyra soon follows. They’ve both got matching expressions on their matching faces.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He told me during our dinner together that his daughter had no idea he was gay. He told me only a handful of people knew about him, and his daughter definitely wasn’t one of those people he mentioned.

Was I being too obvious? Was I drooling?

As Lyra opens her mouth to speak again, William walks into the room as he heads straight for the table and reaches over for an empty glass.

“William, be my guest and eat all my food since you’re already here.”

Callum says sarcastically as William thanks him before he pulls the chair out beside Lyra and sits down on it. He turns to face his wife as he presses a kiss to her lips, and Delilah catches my eye with a small smile on her face. When they pull apart and his eyes scan over the two of us, he stops at my sister, shaking his head just as he reaches forwards to pour himself a glass of juice.

“This is freaky.”

William mutters under his breath as Delilah giggles softly.

Lyra turns to face him with her butter knife between her fingers as she points it his way.

“Any other man woulddieif he had another copy of his beautiful wife, William.”

Her husband snorts and as he does, he looks over again to Delilah.

“I say this with no offence intended, Delilah, but you’re a child. Sure, a man might be happy with his wife’s face on another woman, but you know I wouldn’t be, and especially not on a child.”

As Lyra continues spreading some jam onto her toast, she hums.

“You’re the one who asked for my hand when I was only a child, William.”

Sitting at the head of the table, Callum shakes his head.

Delilah and I both turn to look at each other with wide eyes just as William begins to explain things.

“That’s not what happened.” He says as he looks over at my sister. “I’m a teacher–I wouldn’t do that. At least, that’s not how I went about asking for her hand.” Turning away from Delilah to Lyra, he presses her for a response. “You know that’s not what happened, Lyra.”

She smiles as she takes a bite out of her toast.

“I know, but it’s cute seeing you so flustered in front of our family.”

Our family.

I don’t know whether she meant to say it, but it feels good knowing she has.

I look over to Callum to catch his eyes to see what he thinks about this, but his attention is on William.

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