Reece left because Graham did not ask twice.
The door shut. A second later another door, down the hall, not slammed. The house held its breath. I still had my fingers on my c**t, dress at my waist, the blue room smelling like the gala and the mess I had made waiting for a man who was not his son.
"Hands off," Graham said.
I took them away. The loss made me whimper. He crossed the room, looked at the shine on my knuckles, and did not soften.
"You were saying a name. Say it so he can hate the right person, or say stop and I walk. Those are the endings. The tape stays deleted either way. I am not f*****g you for a scholarship."
"Daddy." It scraped. I had whispered it into the pillow and now it was in the room. "Don't stop. I was thinking about you. Not him. Please touch me. I asked."
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