Ashiara
His erection is digging into me, and I want to free it and pull it inside me so badly that it hurts. I want to tell him I love him, and I want to tell him I’m sick of all this bullshit.
“I always knew that bitch was crazy,” he huffs, his breath falling down the side of my neck.
“I wish I had known. Ash, I’m so sorry,” Billy chimes in with a double dose of guilt.
“Billy, it’s not your fault some chick hates me. Besides, we don’t know if it’s even her.”
Tag’s neck is inches from my lips, and I know he can’t resist me if I start kissing it right now.
My lips start moving toward it, but the car stops as it finds the entrance of a gate. I look up to see the ocean in view, and there’s a man standing outside his car, getting frisked by security.
Tag’s face is suddenly ashen as he stares at the man I’m worried is secretly a ghost, given the ghastly expression on Tag’s face.
“You know him?” I ask curiously.
He hesitates to answer, seeming to pale all the more.
“Unfortunately," he says at last. "I hope you’re ready to meet my father.”
***
Tag
My erection is completely gone now as my father’s car follows behind us down the long driveway to my beach home. Ash’s jaw drops as she stares at the house in disbelief.
I’ve been excited to show her this place, and now Damon has ruined that.
“Ash, take Trip and go on inside. I’ll deal with my father, and I’ll come check on you later.”
She looks at me as if she’s confused, but she doesn’t have time to escape before the staggering fool meets us outside the house, his arms stretched wide, his breath reeking, and his clothes a wrinkled mess.
His suit looks to have been worn for days on end. One tail of the front of his shirt is tucked in, while the other wrinkles in front of his pants. His tie is as crooked as his fucked-up head.
“What are you doing here, Damon?” I growl.
“Is that any way to greet your old man?” he says with stammering annunciation. “What do you think I’m doing here? I came to meet my grandson.”
“How did you know about my son?”
Ash pulls Trip closer to her as she starts walking away, but Damon chases after her.
“I’ve been reading about you, kid. Since you rarely speak to me, it’s the only way I can keep up.”
Ash forces a smile, her eyes darting to mine for a second before falling on Damon’s hand that is touching the cheek of our child. I want to rip his arm off and beat him with it, but I hold my breath.
Being a father now, I’m just hoping Damon is here for the right reasons. He smiles as he pulls out a stack of tabloids from his briefcase, all of them with mine and Ash’s faces plastered on the fronts.
“See?” he says while showing them to us.
Ash gasps, and I sigh out loudly.
Shit.
***
Tag