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She's breathing hard, and I press one more kiss to her pussy.
"Good girl. See? Daddy knows how to make you feel good."
"Yes.” Blair’s smile is content and satisfied. “You do."
I give her one last, deep kiss, and then I sit back, sated.
"You've earned a reward, baby. How about you come sit on my lap and we'll watch a movie?"
Her smile is bright and happy. "I'd love that."
We change into more comfortable clothes and pull out a blanket. I sit first, letting her snuggle into me. Blair climbs into my lap and curls up against me, her head on my chest.
"Thank you, Brian. This is perfect."
Indulgently, I smile down at her and kiss the top of her head. "Anything for you, baby."
After the revelation that Tanner is behind the emails, I can't just let all of this slide. My own son fucking with me on that level is absolutely unacceptable. With Blair dozing in bed, bathed in the evening sun, I leave, driving the short distance to the oversized apartment I'm bankrolling for my son.
He's such an ungrateful asshole. I can't believe I'm about to have this confrontation. But it has to happen. When I step out of the elevator, the first thing I notice is the sound of the TV blaring. Fucking idiot wouldn't even realize if there's an emergency going on. He’s so wrapped up in all of his electronic toys.
I storm into the living room and find Tanner passed out on the couch, a beer bottle hanging loosely from his hand.
"Tanner!" I shout, grabbing him by the shoulder and shaking him awake.
"What the fuck?" he mumbles, blinking blearily up at me.
"Is there anything you want to tell me, you little shit?" I growl, anger boiling inside me.
"What are you talking about, Dad?" Tanner says, rubbing his eyes.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about," I snarl. "Fucking with Blair's email and trying to scare her away? That's unacceptable."
Tanner rolls his eyes. "Come on, Dad. It was just a joke."
"It wasn't a fucking joke," I say, the volume of my voice rising. "You could have seriously hurt her, and you could have destroyed the company's reputation. I’m not fucking stupid. I know this is about her and me being together.”
"Oh, please," Tanner scoffs. "It was a harmless prank. You're always so worried about the company. It's like you care more about the company than me."
"That's not true," I say, although a small part of me wonders if it is.
"Whatever." Tanner shrugs, turning back to the TV. "You're the one who's obsessed with work and business, not me."
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, frustrated beyond belief. "You're just going to have to deal with the fact that Blair and I are together. She's mine, Tanner, and soon enough, she'll be my wife. I don't give a flying fuck if she's your ex. That doesn't matter now. Don't pretend like that's not the reason why you hired that fucker to email her."
Tanner scowls. "You can't be serious."
I try to put all my disappointment in a single word. "Deadly."
Tanner is still dismissive, though. "Whatever, Dad. Just don't expect me to show up to your fucking wedding to that little bitch."
Rage, pure and unadulterated, races through me. I grab Tanner by the shirt, haul him off the couch to his feet, and punch him hard enough to make him see stars. He's still my son, so I aim for his jaw but not hard enough to knock any teeth out. Just enough to show him who’s still the boss.
"Don't ever talk about Blair that way again," I warn.
Dropping him back on the couch that he was too lax to leave, I let my shocked son catch his breath while I slam the apartment door aside to leave. I can't fucking believe I have a son who's so selfish and spoiled. It makes me want to vomit.
He's going to learn respect or I'm cutting him off. I'll figure that out when I get home. Right now, my main priority is Blair.
