Page 88 of Kings of Westbrook High

She nods, still lost for words.

“Come out with us today.”

She releases a breath, probably relived at the change of subject. “Where?”

“Bridgeport.”

“Where’s that?”

“Not far. Couple towns over.”

“What for?”

“Quit asking questions and go get dressed.” I tell her, smacking her ass when she raises a brow.

“Maybe I don’t want to.”

“Maybe I’m not asking.”

She smirks at that, ripping the sheet away to reveal her perfect little body. Butt naked and sexy as hell, she jumps up and grabs my t-shirt from the floor, making a point to meet my eyes over her shoulder while she throws it on. I groan and tip my head back because just the sight of her wearing my shit has my cock hardening, begging me to bend her over and slip it inside her while she wears it. She laughs like she knows it and I glare, snatching my phone from the nightstand to check the time.

We don’t have any.

“Twenty minutes, punk.”

“Yes, boss.” She winks, laughing some more when she catches the look in my eyes.

She walks out to go get ready and I get up to hit the shower, then I head downstairs to text Kai and tell him to order Callie’s coffee, knowing she’ll want one for the road.

“Damon.”

I look up, eyeing my Dad when he walks over from the master bedroom wearing a pair of gray sweats and a white t-shirt, not working today, apparently.

“You alright, old man?”

He laughs lightly, nodding even though we both know that’s bullshit. He wants his fucking wife back, and this twisted double life he’s forced to live is drowning him slowly, pulling him under and holding him there.

“Dad..”

“Where’s Callie?” He asks quickly, moving to pour himself a coffee from the pot.

“Why you askin’ me?”

“Do I look stupid to you?” He raises a brow, dropping his ass down at the island. “I might not be around here much but I have eyes. And ears.”

I smirk at that, leaning my ass back on the counter. “She’s in the shower.”

He nods, sipping his coffee. “You know this won’t last, right? You and her?”

I ignore that, shoving my phone back in my pocket to hide my glare.

“Damon..” He warns, sighing when he catches the look in my eyes. “That girl is-”

“She’s nothing like her.” I snap, struggling to rein in my temper. “Don’t even try to fight me on this, Dad.”

“I wasn’t going to.” He explains, shrugging. “I’m not worried about her playing you for your money, trust me, I’m well aware she doesn’t want it. I’m more concerned about what’ll happen to you when she bails and leaves you here with a broken heart.”

I roll my eyes, checking my watch to eye the time. “Why don’t you let me worry about that?”

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