Page 61 of Tempting Him

"Really? FaceTiming me to make sure I'm where I'm supposed to be?"

Dad laughs. "Told you he'd be pissed."

"Who are you talking to? Al—Mr. Drakos?"

"Calm down. We're just making sure you're not drinking and driving."

"Oh? Mr. Drakos cares?" I murmur.

Whether he heard me or not, I don't know. Dad laughs at something else, and I roll my eyes. "You getting drunk, Dad?"

"Of course not."

I shake my head. "Uh-huh. I'm tellin' Mom."

"Oh please. Just stay put a little longer so I know you're safe."

"I think I need to make sure you're being safe."

"What's that?" he asks, his face disappearing from the screen for a few seconds. "Oh. Jay, is your friend over?"

My curiosity is piqued. Is Alek actually asking my dad if I have someone over?

"Well, I gotta go. See you later, Dad. Have fun!"

I wait another fifteen minutes before I grab my keys and head to the door. There's no point sticking around. My dad's enjoying his vacation and getting drunk with his friend. He likely won't be up for a while, and I'm far from feeling intoxicated, so I'll just leave and deal with my dad tomorrow.

When I pull open the door, I'm met with both my Dad and Alek on the other end.

I step back and sigh. "Oh great."

"Hey," Dad laughs. "What does that mean? We're not that bad."

Alek chuckles, and it's the first time I'm noticing he's probably a little tipsy, too. Less drunk than my dad, but not sober.

"Well, y'all can have the room. I was about to leave."

I don't miss Alek's eyes scouring the area, searching for another person. When he realizes it's just me, he seems to relax, giving me a sort of smug smile.

I purse my lips. "I have someone to meet. So, you're good?" I ask Dad.

"Come on. Stay. Let's have a guys night in. We got drinks in the mini-bar."

"I don't really want to have a sleepover with my dad and his friend, and if I have even one more sip, you're gonna make me stick around even longer. No thanks."

"I thought you liked staying in hotels," Dad says. "You did when you were younger."

I glance at Alek. "I've had my fill."

He arches a brow at me, and I stare back at him.

"Well, I'm gonna use the bathroom. I'll be right back," Dad announces.

As soon as he's out of the room, Alek approaches me, backing me into the wall. "I don't find your little games amusing. Didn't I tell you I don't play them?"

"No, you only play games according to your rules, but they're games, nonetheless."

"I don't appreciate you trying to make me jealous. The thought of you in here with anyone else..." He lets it trail off as he inhales deeply through his nose.

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