I gave him ten minutes before he was passed out and drooling.
“I bet I can change your mind,” she purred.
“Hey.”
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand off my dick. “Don’t touch me.”
“Lighten up.” She rolled her eyes and tugged her hand free.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I stepped back from her, putting my drink down on the table.
“I need to get this,” I said, fighting to keep my voice neutral.
I dug my phone out, swiped on the screen, and checked the notification bar.
Just fucking perfect.
My dad had texted me.
What the fuck did he want at eight o’clock on a Friday night? It had been months since I heard from the fucker.
Ignoring Gen and Tripp, who were now rubbing up on each other drunkenly, I strode to the corner of the room and unlocked my phone.
Dickhead:I’m taking Jenna and the kids to Paris for Thanksgiving this year. You’ll have to spend the holiday at your mother’s.
Anger washed over me like a living thing, stealing my breath as my vision went red.
My fucking father flaking on me wasn’t anything new. He’d ignored me ever since he’d met his precious Jenna and started his new family. I could count on one hand the number of holidays I’d spent with him in the last five years.
“Ashy.”
“What?” I snapped, shoving my phone back into my pocket.
Genesis’s big blue eyes filled with tears. “You don’t have to be mean.”
“I’m out.” I shot my gaze to Tripp, who was now sitting on the floor with his head lolling.
Fucking great.
Ignoring Genesis and her drunken crocodile tears, I stormed out of the room.
“Tripp’s out.” I grabbed Brett’s arm as I passed him in the hallway. He was hanging off some girl I’d never seen before. “Can you check on him a few times tonight to make sure he doesn’t puke?”
“Sure, bruh.” Brett shook off my arm and continued on his way, his “date” giggling like he’d just made the world’s best joke.
“Fuck.”
I was too sober to deal with this bullshit.
I spun on my heel and stomped back into Tripp’s room. Genesis was gone, thank fuck, and he was still in the same place on the floor.
“Come on, bro.” I knelt in front of him, tucked my hands in his armpits, and tried to lift him. “Fuck, you’re heavy,” I grunted.
He was completely out of it, but he was able to help me get him to his knees, which was enough for me to muscle him over to his bed.
I hoisted him on it, then put him on his side and bent his knee so he wouldn’t roll onto his stomach.
When I was sure he was stable, I got the trash can and put it next to the bed, then grabbed a cup and went to the adjoining bathroom to fill it with water.