I let out a cry.
Maverick sat up and reached for me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I waved my right hand at him, swatting away his touch.
“You have to go,” I said. “Jump out a window!”
“Go? Why? Who is it? Is it another guy?”
I looked back at Maverick. “That’s where you mind goes?”
“Where should it go then?”
“It’s my father,” I said.
“Oh, fuck,” Maverick whispered.
Now he jumped out of the bed.
He scrambled to collect his clothes.
The knocking ensued.
I looked around my room.
I ran to my dresser and found a pair of pajama bottoms.
Then I grabbed a hoodie hanging on the bathroom door.
“Madison, I can’t jump out of the window,” Maverick said.
I turned and he stood naked, holding his clothes in front of his cock.
“You’re still naked!” I cried out.
“I can’t get dressed that fast!”
“Then you better hide right here,” I said. “Do not leave this bedroom. Got it?”
“You’re letting him in?” Maverick asked.
“No, I’m going to ignore him. So he can break down the door or call the police?”
“This is insane,” Maverick said. “Let me answer the door.”
“What?”
“Screw this, Madison. We’re adults. We’re having fun. Who cares?”
“Don’t you fucking move from this room,” I growled at Maverick.
I ran toward him and pushed him out of the way.
Then I ran to the apartment door and opened it.
“What are you doing?” I asked my father.