Page 66 of His Cursed Heart

"Look, I'll send you the picture. I didn't know you wanted to see the photo." My grip on his collar tightens. I open my mouth to say a mouthful of words, but her presence stops me.

I feel her before she has the chance to speak. Before I move my eyes from Allan.

I can feel her eyes on me. For the first time in almost a week(six days and twelve hours) she looks at me with her big brown eyes.

"Keaton?" Her voice is soft, but raspy.

Fuck, I missed my name on her lips, in her voice.

But she's sweet.

My name always comes with venom or a curse. With her palms turned into fists.

What is she playing?

She comes near us and I let Allan down. I try to control my eyes from not checking her out.

"Your father is here, Keaton." Althea announces me. I go around the open car hood and check the oil.

I just checked the oil five minutes ago.

I'm fucking nervous. Like a damn teenager that feels his cock wet for the first time around a girl.

"Althea, gorgeous like always. But not like the photo you sent me yesterday." I put my left hand on my chest and with the right one I move it angrily in my beard.

I look at her and see that she's wearing a blue-ish summer dress that lets her arms out and a part of her stomach exposed. Her hair is in a low ponytail with a few strands left loose near her beautiful face.

I move my lower lip that is behind my hand and I try

to not explode.

"What photo?" She asks confused.

"Very funny. I always admired your sense of humor." Allan says while going for the door. He leaves without a second glare.

I close the car hood with a thud and Althea looks straight into my eyes. Her lips part and her hands are resting behind her.

"Your Dad came a few minutes to go. He said he wants to talk with you." I get a cloth and wipe my hands, walking towards her.

"Thank you." I say. Her pupils dilate and nods her head.

I move past her and open the door. Turning around, with a hand holding the door open, I call out.

"Come on. I don't trust you with my cars." Althea rolls her eyes at me.

She comes near me with big steps and she moves past me, murmuring dick as she leaves the garage.

We find my Dad in the kitchen and when he sees us, he lets out a warm smile.

"Thank you for bringing him, honey." Althea tries to smile, but Dad puts his hand on hers and assures her that it is not necessary.

"I'll let you two to talk." Althea walks past me but gives my hand a squeeze.

"Anything you have to say to me, you can say to my wife." I grab her waist and glue her to my side.

She puts her hands on mine and looks at me with a forced smile.

"Oh good, because it actually preoccupies both of you." We break the eye contact and we look at Dad with narrow eyes.

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