Page 43 of Unspoken Truths

Elijah smirks at the bad imitation of my father I just gave.

“You’re his son and his heir,” he reminds me. “You’ve always had the best father of us all. He’s actually involved, makes your debate meets, cheers you on. That’s more than most of us. I think you may be experiencing a little jealousy with a side of attraction.”

“Thanks Dr. Phil,” I deadpan before shrugging. “Maybe I am a bit. Ugh, I either need to fuck her or get rid of her. Watching Lili and her just made the conflicting shit I feel bury even deeper under my skin.”

“Well, you’ll get your chance at my party. My parents approved of it,” he says.

“What did that cost you?” I ask, curious.

“Nothing, I just have to make sure I clean up,” he grunts.

“The swim team freshmen will do it and not even complain,” I say. “I’ll make sure Jared sorts it.”

“Alright, you good?” Elijah asks.

I have no other choice, so I nod and unlock my car door, sinking onto the cool seat. Time to face the music and see my father.

The drive doesn’t take long, despite the traffic, and I manage to avoid my stepsister and her new girlfriend by arriving before them. Entering through the garage, I put my keys in my pocket in case this conversation goes badly.

“Nacio?” Dad calls out, coming out of his office. His hair looks out of place, as if he’s been running his hands through it repeatedly. All of this shit at school and Rachelle must be stressing him out. “Are you here for good or are you leaving again?”

“It depends,” I say honestly.

“Well, come talk to me,” he says, waving his hand. “My sleep has been shit lately, and I need a cafecito.”

“Are you asking me to make it for you?” I tease him, crossing the house to his office. The man has his own espresso machine and fridge in here. He’s very particular about his coffee.

Even though he works away from home typically, by the time he comes back, Dad is ready for a pick me up.

“Yes, I am,” he groans, throwing himself on the couch in his office while I snicker. I was so angry with him, but he’s my dad.

A part of me is also afraid of disappointing him, which is why I stayed away. His protective instincts were at an all time high, and I’ve noticed he tends to let his mouth run when he’s angry when it comes to the little mouse. It was easier to not put myself in his path.

Dropping my bag on the floor, I make him a Cuban coffee with the espresso machine, adding the perfect amount of demerara sugar while it brews. Turning, I walk it over, waiting until he sits up to take it.

The first sip he has tells me immediately that it’s perfect.

“Thank you,” he says. “Shut the door and sit, we need to talk.”

Nodding, I do as he asks and sit on the edge of a chair across from him, making sure not to fidget. I don’t know where I stand with him, and it makes me nervous.

“Why do the Kings have it out for your sister?” Dad asks.

“She isn’t my sister, for one,” I remind him. I may tease Rachelle about it, use it to fuck with her, but I’ll set aside the bullshit with my father. “She’s just some girl you’re getting attached to because you married her mother.”

“I’m sure that’s how it seems on the outside,” he grunts. “Rachelle is very easy to get attached to. Just look at Lili, the girl is smitten.”

“And grinding on Rachelle’s lap at school in the tower,” I mutter. “They put quite the show on for me.”

“I’m sure you were being a dick and deserved it. Are you saying you didn’t?” Dad asks, amused. At the roll of my eyes, he shrugs. “Lili can’t get Rachelle pregnant, so I’m going to turn a bit of a blind eye to whatever they’re doing. Few people know about how to gain entrance to the tower, anyway.”

“So you’re just going to let them fuck?” I ask incredulously. I shouldn’t be upset at all, but damn this is a double standard.

I mostly fuck teachers and my best friends, so I can’t really say shit, though.

“Nacio, settle down,” Dad says, chuckling under his breath as he takes another sip of his drink. “Are you saying you didn’t deserve for them to make you jealous?”

“Sister, remember? That’s inappropriate,” I tell him.

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