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Disappointment flickers in my chest as my thumb hovers over the keyboard.
Aspen: Can’t. I’m studying for a big test with Violet. I’m free tomorrow night, though.
Leo: Tomorrow night it is then. Miss you, honey.
A small smile touches my lips.
Aspen: Miss you, too.
I never intended to hook up with Leo. It kind of just happened.
And before you judge me for my indiscretions—I’m fully aware of what it makes me and exactly how society would perceive me if they knew my secret.
Yes, he’s married. But he and his wife haven’t been together in a very long time, given she’s suffering from a crippling disease that’s slowly killing her.
Yes, he’s old enough to be my father. Which would be creepy to some people, seeing as he was my father’s best friend.
But the thing is…we all want to be special to someone.
We all want to feel cherished and cared for.
To know you have someone in this world who gives a shit about you.
Leo is that person for me.
And while I would never use him for his money—because I’m not my mother—I do use him for his capacity to care about me.
It makes me feel less alone in the world.
Like I belong somewhere.
And even though I’ll go off to college soon and I have no delusions that he’ll probably end up marrying a woman who’s closer to his age after his first wife passes, right now, what we have works.
It makes me feel a little less dead inside.
Knox takes a cigarette out and brings it to his mouth. “My father’s go
I place my phone back in my purse. “That you were getting a blowjob in the school parking lot?”
He brings a lighter to the end of his cigarette. “That your bullshit little meeting ran late, and you asked me to wait for you so I could give you a ride home.”
Who’s the hypocrite now?
“But I didn’t ask you to wait for me,” I point out.
He makes a sound of a
I fold my hands in my lap. “Let me get this straight, you’re asking me to lie for you.”
A stream of smoke leaves his mouth. “Get off your high horse, Stray. It’s not like you’ve never lied before.”
He’s right.
But I only lie to cover up my shit. Not his.
Besides, he has a lot of nerve asking me to do him a solid after what he pulled today.
I can feel his gaze boring into me; however, I’m not prepared for his next statement.
“Did you enjoy watching me get my dick sucked?”
My cheeks heat. “No.”
A cocky smirk pulls at his lips. “Liar.”
“I didn’t,” I exclaim, squirming in my seat. “But I’ll cover for you as long as you never bring it up again.”
Witnessing that was an unfortunate mishap and the last thing I need is to hear him using it to torment me whenever the urge strikes.
The tendons in his hand flex as he tightens his grip around the steering wheel. “I bet you wish it was your lips wrapped around my cock.”
At that, I laugh. “Definitely not.” I take out my phone again because having a conversation with him is worse than hearing nails on a chalkboard. “And you’re officially on your own now when it comes to Daddy.”