Page 103 of Vile Boys

“You’re not very talkative, are you?”

“No.” I kick a little rock lying near my feet.

I know there’s always a reason when he calls me, and it’s never to catch up.

“So you’re not gonna ask how I am?”

“How’re things?”

“Right …” He clears his throat. “Anyway, I’m going to go on a date with my fiancée tomorrow...”

“Fiancée, wow,” I parrot, rolling my eyes.

But my father continues. “And I want you to entertain Crystal while we’re away.”

“What?” I bark through the phone.

“Caleb …”

“No. Fuck no.”

“Caleb, I’m trying to ask you nicely.”

God, I have to put a fucking stop to this before he asks something from me I cannot do.

“She’s a terrible liar and a shitty person, Dad.”

“Caleb!” he yells through the phone. “That’s no way to talk about your—”

“Don’t. Don’t say the word,” I interject. “Don’t call her that. She won’t ever be that to me, and her mom won’t ever be my fucking mother.”

“No one said that.”

“Then why the fuck are you trying to forget my actual fucking mother still exists?”

I hang up the phone before things get even more heated, but damn, I really can’t control myself.

My phone buzzes.

Dad: I really wish that conversation could’ve gone differently.

Me: Maybe stop seeing that woman, then.

Dad: You know she’ll be my wife whether you like it or not.

Me: You’re pretending Mom doesn’t exist.

Dad: I’m not. But I have to move on. And so should you.

I almost crush the phone in my hand.

Dad: I want you to get to know her. Spend some time with both her and her mother. Who knows, maybe they’ll grow on you.

The only thing that’ll grow is my cock the second I get my hands on that fucking girl who caused all of this.

Me: Doubt that.

Dad: Try.

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