Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
I like that he had me leave my heels and stockings on while we had sex last night. It was naughty. And if there’s one thing he’s done, he’s helped me open up a bit and explore sides of me I’ve only ever fantasized about. I never really thought I’d be bold enough to indulge in those things I secretly want and enjoy. But he brings it out in me. He’s helped me open doors inside myself I never even knew existed.
As I lie there, basking in the images and sensations, I briefly consider waking him up for an early morning round. Before I can do that, I feel a strange weight on my chest. There’s a sudden heaviness in the air that dumps a load of adrenaline into my veins. That strange energy cuts through all the pleasant memories that had been flowing through me, pushing them to the back of my mind and sealing them away. Goosebumps prickle my skin and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I know what that feeling is. I’m being watched.
Sitting bolt upright, my eyes are still blurry, but I make out the figure standing at the foot of the bed. I rub my eyes and give myself a small shake, and my vision slowly comes into focus, and the blurred figure comes into sharp relief. And as it does, I feel my heart drop straight into the pit of my belly, and I start to tremble.
“Kelsey,” I say. “I … I, uhh…”
My voice is quaking as hard as my body. My mind is spinning so hard, I can’t latch onto a single coherent thought, let alone give voice to it. Her face is dark with rage and etched with betrayal. Mr. Hooper stirs beside me as he comes awake. When he sees the alarm on my face, he sits up beside me and groans.
“Honey,” he manages.
“Are you two serious right now? Really?” Kelsey spits.
Beside me, I feel a quiver pass through his body. “Honey, I-I thought you weren’t due back for a couple of weeks yet.”
“Really? That’s what you’re most worried about right now?” she screeches.
Kelsey stands with her hands planted on her hips, narrow eyes burning with rage, shifting back and forth between me and her father. My stomach clenches painfully, and my heart flutters faster than a hummingbird’s wings. Kelsey and I have been friends all our lives, and to see her glaring at me with undisguised contempt is tearing me to pieces.
“So, what, you waited for me to leave town then started fucking my father?” she growls, fixing me with a glare that burns a hole through me. “Or has this been going on behind my back for a while now, and you’ve both just been lying to me?”
“Honey, nobody’s been lying to you,” Mr. Hooper says evenly. “What’s going on between Morgan and me, it just happened. Recently.”
“And I’m supposed to believe that? She’s been wanting this since we were in high school!” Kelsey howls. “And I’m supposed to believe it just spontaneously happened?”
“It’s the truth, honey.”
I grimace, knowing that’s not exactly true. If I’m being honest, once Kelsey left for England, I hunted her father. I had an agenda. And me lying naked in this bed beside him is the culmination of my plan. The guilt is like an ice pick in my heart.
“She’s half your age, Dad,” Kelsey hisses. “What were you thinking?”
Mr. Hooper sits with the sheets around his waist, not daring to get out of bed, knowing he’s as naked as I am. His neck turns red, and the flush creeps into his cheeks as he seems to realize it. He looks completely lost. And it’s my fault. All of this is my fault. Kelsey turns back to me, rage twisting her features.
“And you. I cannot fucking believe you. I asked you more than once to not go after my Dad,” she growls. “But you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? You had to take what I asked you not to take. You’re a selfish bitch, Morgan!”
“Kelsey—”
“No. I don’t want to hear it,” she cuts me off with a vicious sneer. “You and I are done, Morgan. Do you hear me? We are fucking done. I don’t ever want to see you again.”
“Please, Kelsey,” I plead. “Give me a chance—”
“Get the fuck out of this house, Morgan!” she shouts. “Get out and don’t ever think about coming back here again! Ever!”
Kelsey spins around and dashes out of the room, slamming her father’s door behind her. A moment later, I hear her bedroom door slam and can picture Kelsey throwing herself down on her bed and sobbing wildly. All along, while Mr. Hooper and I have been together, in the back of my mind, I always knew this was a possibility. Hell, maybe it was an inevitability.