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I know your secret
21
KNOX
Saturday at last. I would’ve been happy about that fact, except I was hungover as fuck and up way too fucking early after a night of partying. The lacrosse team had won our latest game, and celebrations had followed—this time, with no Elena in sight. That was the upside, along with the alcohol and the weed and the girls, of course…except, fuck, here I was, alone in my bed in the crypts after crashing here after the party.
Last night. What had been my problem? There had been no shortage of willing, hot girls, and yet I couldn’t find it in myself to even pretend to be interested.
I stretched, groaning. My dick was the least of my worries at this point. What to do about Elena…that was the biggest problem. I’d done my level best to ignore her ever since I’d received the information from Nitro, aware that if I let her provoke me, I’d end up showing my cards too early. But I was no closer to making a decision than I had been on Monday.
She was very fucking hard to ignore, though. Especially now that I knew what it was like to see her fall apart for me, to feel her tight little pussy squeezing around my cock, her gorgeous tits bouncing as I pounded into her…
I wrapped my hand around my dick, letting the memories of that night flood through me while I wanked myself hard and fast. It felt like no time at all before my balls were pulling up and I was coming all over my hand and abs. It was an empty orgasm, full of resentment, because how the fuck did a memory of a girl I fucking hated make me come so quickly?
“Fuck you,” I said aloud, glaring down at my dick like it would make a difference. Grabbing a tissue, I wiped away the evidence of my moment of weakness, then stumbled out of bed with a yawn to shower and get ready to meet my dad.
* * *
“Nice one.” Shading his eyes with his hand, my dad followed the trajectory of the ball with his gaze. He’d tried to talk me into playing a round of golf, but I was too hungover to traipse all over the golf course, so instead, we were at the driving range.
“Yeah. I’ve been working on my swing,” I told him.
He turned to flash me a quick smile. “It shows.”
I couldn’t help returning his smile. My dad’s approval meant a lot to me, even if it was for something that was relatively unimportant, like this. The smile fell from my face quickly, though, when I thought about the information I was sitting on.
As we continued to play, my mood grew darker and darker, until I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Dad.”
My tone must’ve conveyed something serious because he placed his club down and turned to face me fully. “What’s up?”
I cleared my throat. “How much do you really know about the Greenwoods?”
His brows pulled together. “What’s this about, Knox?”
“I… Have you investigated their background?”
“Of course I have. I wouldn’t allow them in my house otherwise. Letitia has impeccable references. Why—”
“Anthony!”
My mother’s voice cut off the end of his sentence, and the next thing I knew, I had a squealing toddler hanging off my legs.
“Hey, JoJo.” I swung her up into my arms, kissing her cheek while she beamed at me. She began babbling away, waving her arms around and almost sending my sunglasses flying off my head.
“Knox.” My mother came over to us. “Sorry. She was too quick—as soon as she saw you, she went running.”
“I don’t mind.” I didn’t. My baby sister meant the world to me. Glancing down at her smiling face, I stuck my tongue out, and she laughed, clapping in delight. It made me grin. She was so easy to amuse.
After my dad had finished up with his final swing, we made our way to the restaurant where my mother had made brunch reservations. It didn’t often happen, us all together like this—we normally only made an effort when my sister was home from university. But it was nice. Occasionally.
My mother took a small sip from her champagne flute and then glanced between me and my dad. “Did I interrupt something earlier? You both looked quite serious.”
I met my dad’s gaze and saw a clear question there, so I shrugged. What could I say now? I needed to talk to him, alone, preferably.
