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I had to get out. I had to leave. I couldn’t do this.I wouldn’t.
“I can’t be here anymore, Wes. I love you, but I don’t want the club.”
Wesley’s silence stretched, becoming louder like a screaming echo. I kept expecting him to say something, but he didn’t. It was when his arms loosened around me that I realized what was happening.
“I can’t leave, Callie. You know that better than anyone. I can’t just quit.”
My hands slid up his chest, cradling his jaw. “I can ask my dad. He’ll make an exception. I know he will. Please, Wes. Please just let me try.”
Wes held my hand to his face and closed his eyes.
“It can’t be undone.”
He was wrong. There had to be a way I could undo this. For us, for me.
There had to be some benefit to being the president’s daughter.
With tears staining my face, I decided for the night I would drop it. I let Wes take me home, and when he slid inside me that night and held me to his chest, I knew it was him saying goodbye. I knew because he fucked me five times before the sun broke into the valley, as if he was afraid of losing me. As if he knew I was already gone.
* * *
I found my father in his office.
When I was a child, I found it so strange to see him sitting at a desk with a pair of black rimmed reading glasses while he read over paperwork and made phone calls. It was the only time he seemed like a normal person, and I used to pretend he was just a regular dad, who did taxes for people or something else that required him to work from home, but seeing it now as an adult felt strange. Like I’d outgrown this place.
“Knock, knock,” I said, leaning against the frame of his open office door.
His gaze lifted from the papers, his mouth spreading into a smile.
“Hey, I was wondering when I’d see you. Feel like you have been absent around here.”
Ignoring that comment, I pushed in, setting the coffee and donut on the table, then I slumped into one of the chairs facing his desk. The office was small, his desk an old rusty blue, with old filing cabinets on the far wall and paint stains on the cement floor. It wasn’t much, but considering our house was a piece of shit, it wasn’t a shock.
“What brings you in today?” My dad lifted the coffee to his lips, smiling over the brim. “You always pick the best places to go for this stuff. No one can ever get my order just right.”
Toying with the edge of my shirt, I smiled at him, taking in his hazel eyes that matched mine and the dark hair he had tied at the nape of his neck. A few strands of his hair fell free along the sides of his face, and I realized then that my father was sort of beautiful. In a hauntingly dangerous sort of way, he was a piece of artwork. Suddenly I felt like a little girl again, desperate for him to bury a glass jar full of treasure with me.
“It’s the splash of cream and spritz of sugar.” I smiled, lowering my chin.
I let out a tiny breath I’d been holding and met my father’s gaze.
“Dad, I want to leave.”
His countenance didn’t change much. I suspected it was his ability to mask his emotions. After years of being the harsh president of a dangerous club, he knew better than to reveal his true feelings.
“Leave where?” His eyes dropped to the donut on the table. He took a generous bite while I considered my words carefully.
“I called about an apartment in DC. I just…” I trailed off, trying to sort through my thoughts. “This life, the club. I need space from it.”
My dad nodded, taking another sip of his coffee.
“You think about college at all? That could be good for you; I can help with the money.”
Shaking my head, I sat forward in my chair. “I don’t know, maybe down the road, but for now, I’m just getting a job and an apartment.”
“I’m happy for you honey. I think it’ll be good for you to spread your wings a little bit.”
He wasn’t getting it, and I was starting to get annoyed.
