Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Most people don’t look at the girlfriends of those close to them as fair game, but if that’s how he’s used to looking at things…
I don’t know.
It seems like that might be relevant to what’s happening ever since the moment he walked in on his dad kissing me.
After all, that’s what started it. When he thought I was hanging out with Jet, he was totally nice to me. When he realized I might be sleeping with his dad, that’s when things got weird.
Maybe it’s because he thinks of Jet as his little brother who needs protecting, but he feels like he and his dad are on even footing.
It’s immensely fucked up that he would think he should have the option of fucking someone who—regardless of age—could potentially be his stepmother, but… well, maybe Jonathan Granville is immensely fucked up.
I’m not sure what to believe anymore.
I do know he could have told his dad what happened last night, and he chose not to, so regardless of what he says, his motivation is not purely getting me out of the picture. Hell, if he really believed we were fucking around on Jet, he could have told him and put an end to all of it right away.
That is not the method he chose.
Whether it’s something else or he just likes playing with his food and wants to fuck with me a little more first, Jonathan isn’t in a rush to get rid of me.
I thought he was, but there was a lot I didn’t know about him. There is still plenty I don’t know, but…
Now, I know a bit more.
Now, his motivations feel much murkier to me.
I look at Milo to see how he’s taking this news. Is it even news? Maybe he knew the sordid details of his eldest son’s sex life already and it’s only news to me.
Milo’s handsome face is strained, his brow furrowed as he shoves scrambled eggs out of the pan and divides them among several plates. He finishes the third one, but before he can dirty the fourth, I call out, “You don’t have to make a plate for me.”
Milo stops and glances back at me.
“I didn’t realize how late it was. I have to go,” I tell him apologetically.
He nods, not looking a bit surprised.
Resigned, maybe.
Not surprised.
I wish I could go over and give him a kiss, but I can’t.
I say my goodbyes and head for the door.
I’m surprised when I hear footsteps behind me. My heart jumps. Thinking it must be Jonathan, I grab the door handle and twist.
He grabs my shoulder before I can get the door open. I gasp as he uses it to turn me around, forcing my back against the door.
The fear in my belly turns to confusion when I look up into Milo’s face, not Jonathan’s.
“What are you do—?”
Before I can finish asking my question, he traps me against the door, leaning in and crashing his lips to mine.
My tummy flutters with nervous excitement. I place a hand on his shoulder to anchor myself. His kiss is hungry, but brief.
When he pulls back, I’m a little dazed.
I can’t believe he did that with Jet and Jonathan in the next room.
He smiles at me fondly, his thumb stroking my jaw line. “You sure you can’t stay?”
I’m less sure now, but I nod anyway. I’ve already said I had to go, and I don’t want it to be obvious I was lying to get away from Jonathan.
“All right. Then I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay,” I say, still a little confused. I look behind him to make sure no one saw us, but he doesn’t seem to care, and I don’t know what to make of that.
The front door opens and closes, and then I’m safely on the other side.
A cold gust of wind blows and chills erupt across my skin, so I turn and hurry toward my car for shelter. I tug open the door, fighting a particularly strong gust that threatens to close it on me. When I get inside and yank the car door closed, I sit there for a moment, just looking at the big, white house.
I’ll see you soon, Milo said, and he sounded resolute.
I still want to be inside having breakfast with them instead of out here on my own with a rumbling tummy, but for the first time since Jonathan Granville started fucking everything up, I don’t have to leave wondering if I’ll ever even come back.
This time, I know I will.
Chapter sixteen
Milo
Turns out, my son does want to fuck Kennedy.
Not Jet, though. He wasn’t remotely fazed when Jonathan talked about encountering her in the hall that night. If Jet liked her, he would have reacted to that.
Jonathan is the one I have to keep an eye on.
By now, he has accepted that she’s not really with Jet or he wouldn’t have behaved the way he did at breakfast. He didn’t let up once he realized he had no reason to go after her, though, and that’s a little concerning.