“Why not?” She has to be there. No way do I want to be alone at the birthday party so I’ll have to listen to Park’s excuses, or Diane will try to corner me and explain her way out of what I witnessed.
“I have to work. I work every Saturday night,” Jensen answers.
“Call in sick. Or trade shifts with someone,” I suggest.
Jensen smiles. “Addie said the same thing, calling in sick. She told me she wanted me there.”
“I do, so give the birthday girl what she wants,” Addie says with a nod. “Please say you’ll come.”
“Yeah, Jens. Please.” I settle my hand over hers, which is still resting on my thigh. I drag her hand up, so it’s settled over my cock, and I get even harder at her innocent touch.
Yeah, I’m pissed as hell, and for some reason I want to work it out sexually. As in, get Jensen back to my place and fuck her brains out.
She gives me a squeeze, her sparkling eyes full of mischief. “I’ll try my best.”
“Yeah, well, try harder,” I tell her, and she squeezes me harder, just like I requested.
I look over at Park sitting on the other side of Jensen, blatantly staring at us, watching Jensen stroke me through my jeans. And I’m so disgusted with myself, I push her hand off me, so suddenly that she cries out, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.
Except for Park. The asshole.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself a little firecracker,” he tells me later, after Dad’s paid the dinner bill and we’re all exiting the restaurant. He falls into step beside me, Addie talking to Jensen a mile a minute as they walk ahead of us. “Giving you a handjob while at dinner with your family—nice.”
“Shut the fuck up, Park. She wasn’t giving me a handjob,” I say irritably.
Park raises his brows. “Looked like it to me.”
“Listen, you’re not allowed to talk about her. She’s off limits,” I practically snarl.
He’s fuming. He doesn’t like that I told him what to do, but he can’t say a goddamn word. I now know his deepest, darkest secret. I wish I didn’t. I wish I never saw what happened today, but I did. And now I can’t unsee it, no matter how hard I try. That image is burned in my brain, just like his confession is too.
“You don’t understand,” he tells me, his tone casual, like we’re discussing the weather. “My relationship with Diane is…complicated.”
“I’ll say. Far more complicated than I want to think about.”
“Look.” Park stops me with a touch of his hand on my arm, while the rest of them file out of the restaurant. “I need you to keep quiet about this.”
“I already told you I’m not telling Dad.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want you telling your little girlfriend either. We don’t know her. What if she has a big mouth? What if she talks?” Park shakes his head. “I can’t risk it, Rhett. If this gets out, I’m fucked forever.”
“You sure as hell are.”
He sends me an irrit
ated look. “And I can’t have that. He’s going to retire soon, and he’s going to leave me in charge. I can’t mess this up.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you stuck your dick in our stepmom’s vag.” With that statement, I hurry out of the restaurant, catching up with Jensen, Addie and Trent with ease. “Where’s Diane and Dad?”
“They already left.” Addie wrinkles her nose. “They were all lovey-dovey and acting like they’re going back home to hook up or whatever. It was gross.”
“You can’t hook up if you’re married,” Trent tells her.
“Whatever, it was awful to witness. Like I need brain bleach,” Addie says with a little laugh.
If Addie had witnessed Park and Diane together, she’d probably need something even stronger than bleach. I turn to my date. “You ready to go, Jensen?”
She nods and hooks her arm through mine as we make our goodbyes. And then we’re finally in my car, driving away from the Cheesecake Factory and one of the worst nights on record. Like this is top five shit.