Page 2 of Broken Daddy

“Yeah. This isn’t really my kind of place.”

I should be insulted, probably, but instead, a grin curls my lips. “Those women—either of them belong to you?”

His eyes lock on mine as he finishes his drink. “No. They’re clients, friends. I’m unattached.”

As I run a hand through my brown hair and lead him back toward the street, I can’t help wonderingwhyhe’s unattached. He’s handsome. Maybe a decade or so older than me…is dating in your forties hard?

It makes sense, since dating atmyage feels nearly impossible. I haven’t met a man yet who isn’t intimidated by my job and my ambition. Except for—

I shake the thought off, not wanting to think about my ex. Not when I’ve just been deliciously fucked against a wall in the alley.

“Do you live around here?” I ask.

He shakes his head, hands shoved in his pockets. “No. Outside of the city. Hence…” He nods back toward the alley and I can’t help grinning. His eyes linger on my lips and I wonder if he’s going to kiss me—something we hadn’t done in the frenzied attempts to get our pants down.

“Well, it was nice meeting you.” I decide I don’t need a name. For a moment, the stranger’s brows furrow, and I see my own curiosity reflected back at me. Does he feel like we know each other, too?

“You’ll get home safe?”

The question is gruff, makes me think he’s been out of the game for a while. I sway toward him, tempted to reach out. But I stop myself.

“Yup. Live close, actually.”

Relief erases his frown and he steps away, but then pauses. My breath catches in my chest. His large hands flex open and then curl into a tight fist before he turns back to me, my heart pounding in my ears.

I should be scared; he’s a stranger, after all.But is he?

He reaches out and catches me by the waist, pulling me in and pressing his mouth down on mine. His lips part and his tongue swipes along my bottom lip, teasing and making me lean into him.

He pulls back too quickly, a satisfied look on his face.

“Just wanted a taste.”

And with that, he turns away, striding toward a dark car parked a few yards down the street. A verynicecar, I realize as I stand there stunned—not the kind of car I’d guess a working-class guy would drive.

I blink in confusion as he gets in and pulls away, the car humming as it passes.

Who the hell is this mystery man?

Chapter2

Nathan

My best friend’s sister has her hands on my dick.

She doesn’t realize it right away, but I see the moment she does—her eyes light up, widen, and she pulls away with a muttered, “Oh, God.”

How the hell did this happen? How did I not realize a week ago that the woman I hooked up with in an alley was Russ Walker’s little sister?

This is all your fault,I want to seethe at her,so take care of it.

My charcoal trousers are stained with red wine. Gen Walker is on her knees in front of me, her dress rucked up around her thighs as she tries to clean me off. Orget me off? I’m not sure at this point, but I doubt Russ would be very happy to see us in this position.

“Vinegar,” she says quickly, at a high pitch and with a fake smile. “We need vinegar!”

Gen stands, riffling through the makeshift pantry the catering crew brought in. A few servers over at the prepared food are eyeing her as they load up with new trays of hors d’oeuvres and wine.

She comes back quickly and gets on her knees again, looking at me through thick lashes. “I’m really sorry about this.”

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