I shake my head lightly, trying my hardest to escape the thoughts. There’s a group of guys around my age hanging near the entrance, smoking and loudly bantering. One of them tries to grab my attention, but I ignore him and keep going.
My black stilettos clack against the pavement, in sync with my shaky breath while I make my way down the street. Not sure where I’m going, just as long as it’s away from the club.
Just as I’m striding past a crowded restaurant, a familiar voice
comes behind me.
“Abby?”
I tense up and slowly turn around, instantly recognizing the
smooth, deep tone of Luke Brandt…Jason’s father. He takes a few steps toward me and almost immediately, my body begins
to relax a little bit.
My heartbeat accelerates while my eyes take in the view of his
tall frame, and I can sense a heat rising to my cheeks. As well
as a second rush of warmth between my thighs.
Though Jason is attractive, his dad is even sexier and charming.
A perfect silver fox. But I know that it’s wrong to look at Mr.
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Brandt in that way. He’s my boyfriend’s dad after all.
Well, my ex–boyfriend now.
Luke takes another step closer to me, and the heat radiating
from his body caresses my skin and I can feel my nipples
peaking into hardened pebbles beneath my dress.
I should’ve worn a bra tonight.
“Mr. Brandt, hi,” I say, trying to sound casual and calm, but the
slight quiver in my voice betrays me.
I’ve only seen Jason’s father a handful of times since we started dating. But every time I have, there’s been a weird fluttering sensation in my lower abdomen and my body floods
with a tingling warmth.
And though I’m almost too ashamed to admit it, my panties also
flood with wetness.
The smile spreading across his chiseled face fades and is replaced by an expression of sincere concern as he notices the redness around my eyes and my tear–stained flesh. “What’s wrong?” he asks with a hint of worry underneath his tone.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” I mumble, lowering my head to avoid his
gaze.
He raises an eyebrow. “Really? I can tell something is bothering
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you.” He takes another step, moving so close to me that the intoxicating scent of his spicy cologne floods my nostrils. “But if you’re not comfortable discussing it with me, that’s okay.”
The tenderness in his voice has me close to tears once more. I
swallow hard and try to maintain my composure when I open
my mouth, “It’s just that…”
Before I can finish, the door to the restaurant opens and three older gentlemen walk out of it. Each one is dressed in business
attire and appears to be near Luke’s age.
“Is everything okay, Luke?” one of the men with dark hair and a massive build asks. His eyes rake over the skintight, black dress hugging my curves and his lips curl into a devious grin. “We’re going to head out.”
The other two look me over and I can sense my cheeks reddening from their attention. Though a part of me is enjoying the glazed–over–hungry stares they’re giving me.
“Yeah, all good, Damon,” Mr. Brandt responds with a wave of his hand, barely taking his sparkling, chestnut eyes off me. “Just catching up with my son’s girlfriend, Abby. I’ll see you guys on
Monday.”
The men say their goodnights and begin to stroll to a nearby parking lot. “They’re a few of my coworkers at the firm,” Mr.
Brandt informs me while dragging a hand through his perfectly
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coiffed dark hair that’s peppered with a few gray streaks. “We were just wrapping up a business meeting.”
His eyes roam over my body, and my heart skips a beat when
they briefly linger on my exposed cleavage. “Isn’t it your birthday? What are you doing out here alone? You should be celebrating,” he questions.
I guess Jason told him today’s my birthday. Though, no doubt, he failed to mention to his father that he’d be spending my
special day cheating on me.
A lump gets caught in my throat and I can’t bring myself to tell Mr. Brandt what I’ve just discovered. The few times I’ve been around him, he’s always seemed so kind and caring toward me.
“Yes, I’ve just turned twenty–one,” I say proudly. “I was
celebrating with a few friends, but I was getting a little tired and was thinking of heading home.”
Not a total lie.
“I don’t want to spoil their fun, though,” I continue, glancing around the dark street. “I’ll probably just get a rideshare.”
He shakes his head as soon as the words leave my lips. “Nonsense, it’s getting late. I’ll give you a ride, I’m heading home myself.”
