Page 97 of Dirty Player

There is time to win.

I certainly didn’t lose this year.

I have a favor to ask him, so at half time when he leave the room, I kiss Kaylee on the forehead.

“Everything okay?” she asks.

“Everything is perfect, kitten. You are perfect, nearly wife.” I kiss her mouth, and we smile at one another.

“I love you, nearly husband,” she whispers as I climb off the sofa.

I find Dad in our spare room, and he has the phone on speaker.

I keep walking, figuring it’s a call to a friend about the game, but it’s a woman’s voice I hear when she says, “You could’ve told me that before spending the night with me, Ward. I haven’t let another man touch me for over five years.”

Oh shit.

“Penelope, I enjoyed every damn minute,” he replies huskily. “Really fucking enjoyed it.”

I should walk away, but I’m frozen.

It’s not like I want to hear about my father’s sex life, but some twisted sense of curiosity keeps me listening.

Who is this woman?

I was right. He’s been seeing someone.

Why hasn’t he told us? Or introduced us to this Penelope?

A part of me doesn’t like this at fucking all. Mom only died like...recently.

“Hell, I want my mouth on you right now,” he adds.

Fuck, no.

My ears are going to fall off if I don’t get out of here.

“You have no idea how much I want that, Ward. Please come over, I’m—” Penelope replies, and I make a sound in my head as I cover my ears with my hand, missing that last part.

I walk backward, bumping into Knox.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks and then glances behind me to Dad, frowning. “What did I miss?”

Dad punches the screen of his phone and slides it into his pocket as he meets my gaze directly.

I drop my hands from my ears.

“I have to go,” he says.

Do not think about your father having sex.

Do not think about your father having sex.

Do not...fuck.

“Okay,” I say blandly.

“Where?” Knox asks.

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