Page 16 of Losing his Daddy

She scoffed as she dropped the mask. There she was. The real version of the woman I thought I loved.

“What do you want me to say, Weston? You’re not the best lay I’ve ever had. Hell, you might not be in the top ten. I have an appetite that needs satiating. If I only depended on you, I’d be a royal bitch to everyone. I’m cranky when I’m horny.” She batted her lashes as she leaned over the counter to show off her cleavage.

The move might have worked for a lesser offense. Something that didn’t involve me needing a full STD panel and to cancel the wedding of the century — her mother’s words, not mine.

“Then I have great news for you, Danielle. You’re back on the market. You can get that appetite of yours quenched however you need to. I’m no longer an obstacle. Oh, but this place will be. I’m listing it for sale. Since this place is highly coveted, I expect a buy by week’s end. I suggest you start packing. Don’t worry though, I’ll call your father to let him know to send a car over.”

Dale St. Johan was going to lose his fucking mind over this. I wouldn’t be surprised if Dani wound up cut off because of it. The man had already spent thousands on reservations and planning. While a lot of it was likely refundable, the announcements in the paper and the social media campaign would not be so easily extinguished.

Danielle cried out, her hands moving to her throat. “No! You can’t. Daddy won’t ever forgive me. He won’t understand. His penis doesn’t even work! Mama said so.”

I grimaced at the news. “Not something I ever needed to know.”

“Please, Weston. Don’t tell him. I’ll… I’ll take care of it. Please.”

“There is quite literally nothing you could give me to fix this, but I’m willing to make this simple. Call your father. Tell him you’re cancelling the wedding. Say it was your fault. I don’t want to ever see or hear from you again. I will not leak these videos anywhere because I’m a decent fucking human, but don’t think it’s beneath me to gather all these men and your father in a room to see how it goes for you. Understand, Danielle?”

She vibrated with her quick agreement. “Absolutely. I’ll make that work. He… he can’t know about this.”

“That’s fine. Listen, Danielle,” I said, my patience exhausted. “I don’t want to make him hate you. I don’t want to tell anyone about this. It’s not the best reflection of me either. Besides, I believe people have a right to use their body how they want. We both know the unsavory things people might express if they get wind of this.”

Her face paled so much, the blush on her cheeks became almost blood red. “Thank you, Weston. I really appreciate that. I’ll just…”

A knock came at the door a second later. Dammit, I forgot about security.

“I’d planned for you to make a bigger fuss than this, honestly,” I admitted as I took off for the door. “Security is going to escort you downstairs. You’ll need to reach out to me for a date that works where you can come get your stuff. I’m available most of this week. You’ll need movers with you. I cannot and will not wait all day for the process.”

“I can do all of that. Thanks so much for being so understanding.” She reached out as if to touch me right as the door opened.

I stepped back. “I’d rather not. These lovely gentlemen will walk you down now. Have a good life, Miss St. Johan.”

Her mouth dropped open slightly at the cold tone. She didn’t argue though. The security guard they’d sent upstairs was a familiar face. Kale gave me a once-over from head to toe.

“Need anything else, Mr. Joffry?”

“No, Kale. Thanks for the help. Have a good night.”

He motioned for Danielle to walk ahead of him. She gave me one last glance over her shoulder as she adjusted her purse. I closed the door as she watched, the physical act closing her off not only in the real world but also emotionally.

I scrubbed my hands over my face as I contemplated what to do next. The idea of sitting on my couch — my very heavily deviled couch — was a no. I’m not sure why she never took the men to bed, but it was one thing I was quite thankful for in the end.

Knowing it was no use to sulk over things, I began to make calls. I needed a lot of work done in a little amount of time. There was one person I could depend on to help me with this in particular. He was skilled in the art of multi-tasking.

Dialing his number, I waited for him to answer. “This is Tucker. How can I help you?”

“Hey, Tuck. I need your expertise on a big project. Do you have some time to spare soon?”

“Depends. Is Danielle involved?” There was no hiding the venom in his tone.

I shook my head despite him not being here to see it. “No, she won’t. Especially not since I just sent her away with the building’s security.”

He squealed. “Oh, goodie. Then, yes, I’m your guy. Tell me everything. I’ll give you the Tucker Harbinger special.”

“Who is getting my special, baby?” Patrick’s voice growls. Given he’s Tucker’s other half, it’s no wonder he’s curious.

Tucker giggled, then made a tongue clicking sound at his husband. “Weston needs our help, Daddy. He said he needed me specifically.”

Patrick hummed, then I heard him a bit more clearly. “Whatever has happened, know you’ve got the backing of our entire group. That’s Stryker too, if you need it.”

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