Page 55 of Sacred Vow
Zeph flies to his feet, his eyes widening like saucers as he stares right back at me. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I was just guessing, but it’s true, isn’t it? You’ve been fucking my dad? What the actual fuck?”
“I mean, I . . . ummm. Shit.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head, his face turning a ghostly shade of white. He holds up a finger, wagging it at me as though that could somehow keep me in check. “I’m gonna need a minute.”
Zeph strides out of the den, and I watch him through the open door as he moves to the railing that overlooks the foyer below, grips the expensive Italian marble, and hangs his head.
“You are . . . You’re not gonna jump, are you?”
“A MINUTE, TILLY. I NEED A GODDAMN MINUTE.”
A stupid smirk pulls across my face, and I get back to my feet before stepping out of the den and following him. Looking down over the rail, I notice just how flawless the architecture is of this home. I’ve always known it was beautiful, but up until this very moment, I don’t think I’ve really taken the time to appreciate it.
“So, uhh . . . While you take a minute to process, should we dive headfirst into the whole you being in love with my Booty Belching Bhloe?”
At that, Zephyr has an immaculate recovery and whips around, his arms crossed over his wide chest as he leans back against the railing. “So, you and my dad, huh?” he questions, shaking his head as he drags his hand down his face. “How exactly . . . uhhh. You know what, I don’t think I want to know.”
I laugh, which earns me a sharp glare from Zeph. “How did you know? I thought we were being pretty discreet.”
“Discreet?” he questions with a loud scoff before shaking his head again. “It was like a little puzzle, and I didn’t see the pieces at first, but the moment I did, it was kinda impossible not to see.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My dad’s had a lot of nights out, and I know he’s no saint. I know where the fuck he’s been going, and I wouldn’t put it past you to visit a place like that either. But the nights he’s been gone, you’ve mysteriously been busy too.”
“Oh, you caught on to that, huh?”
“I’m not as blind as you think I am,” he mutters.
I choke back a laugh, remembering the very moment I was riding him on the couch just downstairs while his father stood behind the couch and finished me off. Zeph was more than just blind then, but sure, I’ll give him this one if it’s that important to him.
“Fair point. What else?”
“When you’re here with me, whether we’re screwing around or just chilling, you always seem to be watching the door as though you’re waiting for someone to walk through it, and here, it’s only me and my dad, so it really narrows down the options.”
I grin up at him. “You don’t know. I could have been staring wistfully at the door, wishing I was standing on the other side of it, exploring the big, wide world out there.”
Zeph scoffs. “If you’re gonna lie about it, the least you could do is come up with something decent.”
“So, that’s it, huh? I was busy a few nights this week and occasionally turned my gaze toward the door, and you came to the conclusion that I was screwing your dad?”
He rolls his eyes. “I mean, there was that time when you were laid out on the dining table and he touched you. You didn’t even flinch. You were ready for it as though you already knew what to expect. Any other woman would have been too shocked to have even focused on the pleasure, but not you, Tilly Bardot. You gave it away right there.”
“Wow. And here I thought you were going to say it was when I was giving you both head under the table, and—”
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?” he bellows, his jaw slackening as he gapes at me in horror. “You did—fuck.”
Zeph whips back around, clutching the railing as he stares down at the foyer below.
“Shit. My bad,” I say, sucking in a breath through my teeth and cringing. “I figured you’d put that one together. I mean, it’s not as though I was particularly discreet about it, and your dad, he’s huge. I mean, my whole head was bobbing—”
“A MINUTE,” he says, holding that damn finger up and silencing me. “I NEED A FUCKING MINUTE.”
I choke back a laugh and stand silently beside him, giving him the minute he needs until he’s finally able to turn back around, taking on the same stance he’d just been in a moment before.
“So, are you guys, like . . . together or something?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s only physical. Just sex,” I tell him. “You don’t need to worry about me becoming your new step-mommy. Though, that would have made for an intriguing dynamic, don’t you think? It’s not every day you get to say that you fucked your new mommy before your daddy did.”
