Page 113 of A Lethal Game of Trust
‘Sir’ escaped his lips every now and then.
“Leonie, to bed.”
“But, Dad, I—”
He shot me that dry, dull look that had me sliding my sandals back on.
I didn’t go to bed, though.
The two men came back into the house and I hid as they went into his office, ready to wait for their chat so I could find Dom and apologise for earlier.
Now had not been the right time to make a move. Not when he had his exams starting, not while preparing for university, not while he had a girlfriend.
“Sit,” my dad demanded Dom and I could only assume he followed the instruction.
There was the glug of two glasses being poured, no doubtDad’s stash of whiskey and then the slide of glass across the table.
“At least three times every week for the last two months, I’ve awoken to a little CCTV of you gaining access to my property or my daughter sneaking out. Untilfour in the morning,” he added. “On cameras that you helped install. Cameras you know I can see you on.”
“Yes, sir.”
“How long for, son?”
“The past year or so, Uncle Luís.”
Dad hmphed and then there was the harsh sound of him setting down his glass. I imagined it to be empty now.
“Are you having sex with my daughter?”
Dom sounded outraged. “What? No, we’re—”
“Are you doing this on camera as some shy way of asking for my blessing? Because both your father and I—”
“No! No, I’m not doing anything,” Dom replied, getting flustered. “Leonie is my best friend. I love her, but… I wouldn’t ever hurt her. I couldn’t—”
“Your dad and I spoke,” Dad interrupted, “and you have exams coming up. You can’t be spending your time getting high late into the morning.”
“This is the last time—”
“I highly doubt that. Next time I see your ass climbing my gate, I’m getting an electric one installed. At least you’ve found the one flaw in my security, so I guess I’ll thank you for that.”
They both stood, chairs scraping the wood floor, and I went to move away, but just as I did, I heard my dad say, “If you wanted my blessing, you have it.”
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“No panties?” Dom’s voice was rough in my ear as he grabbed my ass. “Lie, say that was for me.”
“It was forthe dress,” I laughed but as his touch found my clit, my laughter was interrupted by a gasp. I rasped, “I didn’t want panty lines.”
“Mm, you like that?” he asked, looking up at me with an arrogant smile.
I nodded enthusiastically, biting my bottom lip to stop the moan from escaping. “You know I do,” I said, voice tense before biting down again.
“No, no,” he said and I opened my eyes to see his other thumb brushing my lips. “Let me hear every noise, Leonie.”
