Page 58 of Love Me Like You Do

My eyes widen when from next to me and under his breath, Kane murmurs, “She’d love that.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” I say and under my breath I whisper, “Behave.”

Kane smirks at me, picks up his scotch, and turns to Dad. The two of them talk about something to do with a golf game this week. Golf is the most boring sport ever, chasing a little white ball into a hole seems monotonous, boring, and stupid if you ask me.

“Cal, honey,” Mom says, bringing my attention away from the boringness of listening to Dad and Kane talk about golf. “What are your plans for your last weekend of freedom before you start your new job?”

“Fern and I are having a quiet one. We’ll drink some wine, rearrange things at our place to fit all my crap in.” My voice quivers at the end of my sentence when I feel Kane run his hand up my thigh under the table and between my legs. His fingertip brushes over my panties and I flinch at the unexpectedness of this. My knee bangs into the table, the cutlery and glasses rattling, and everyone turns their heads to stare my way. Kane included but he also has a sinister smirk on his face.

“You okay, Princess?” Dad asks, his voice laced with concern.

“Fine, Daddy, just a shiver.” ‘Cause your best friend is a fucking deviant and he will pay for that.“I’m just going to use the restroom.”

Standing up, I quickly race to the restrooms. I can’t believe he just did that, in front of my parents no less. He needs to pay and as I walk away from the table, a plan for payback forms. “Game on, Heatherington, game on.”

ChapterThirty-Five

That was too much fun, but from the look in Calliope’s eyes as she walked away from the table, I think she’s planning something and I might be screwed. I say bring it on, I cannot remember the last time I felt this alive and it’s all due to the woman who just left the table. A hand gripping my shoulder garners my attention from the sexy woman walking away from us. “Thank you, Kane.”

“Why are you thanking me?” I ask Garrick.

“For bringing my princess home. I was worried about her living in that big city all alone. Some smug asshat trying to take advantage of her big, beautiful heart. She should be here at home, where I can watch out for her.”

“You do realize she’s twenty-three now and all grown up, right?”

“Yep, and any asshat who wants to win her heart needs to go through me first.” He taps his chest and has that ‘don’t mess with my daughter’ look on his face.

Nodding at him, I pick up my drink and as I bring the glass to my mouth, my eyes bulge. It occurs to me, I’m the asshat who needs to win him over. Then another thought hits me like a freight train. I need to figure out how to tell my best friend I’m the asshat falling in love with his daughter!

“From that look, buddy, you just realized that one day, you’ll be in the same predicament as me when Finley is older. Be thankful you only have one daughter.”

“Yep, so screwed.”On both accounts.

My phone pings with a text. Picking it up, I open the message and when I see the text, my eyes once again bulge. They widen farther when from beside me, Garrick hisses, “Did you just get a nudie pic?”

“No,” I quickly refute, exiting out of the image because Garrick does NOT need to see his daughter like that. Calliope, the dirty little minx, just sent me an image of her upper body in nothing but her blush-pink bra. Her gorgeous tits are covered in pink lace and her lips are in a sexy as fuck pout, thankfully you cannot see her face. I do NOT need Garrick finding out about us like this.

“What’s going on over there?” Jayne asks. “You’re looking a bit flushed, Kane.”

“It’s nothing, Jayne,” I say, waving her off. “I’m fine, your husband is just being a Nosy Nancy.”

Garrick leans into me. “Are you keeping a secret from me, Kane?”

“No.”Yes.“It was just a wrong number.”

“I call bullshit but just know, I’m happy to see you getting back out there.” He takes another sip. “It’s about time you started dating again.”

“Dating?” Jayne sits up straighter and focuses on the two of us. “Are you seeing someone, Kane?”

Just as Jayne asks that, a smirking Calliope returns, taking her seat next to me. “So, what are we talking about?” she sweetly asks, her eyes flicking around the table.

“Kane’s dating someone,” Jayne excitedly says, clapping her hands. Yes, she claps her hands like an excited teenager. “But he’s being all coy.” She looks at me and squints. “Is it someone we know?”

Quite well. “If you must know—” But before I finish that sentence, Bitchifer appears out of nowhere like an apparition from hell.

“Kane, darling,” she singsongs in that tone that grates on my nerves. “Yes, do tell, whom have you been fucking?” She eyes me like she knows something but surely, she doesn’t. I feel Calliope stiffen beside me but before I can say anything, Michael does.

“It’s no concern of yours, Danica.” He makes sure to emphasize her first name. “And you’re not welcome here, so run along.” He flicks his hand in a shoo manner.

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