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My vision goes red, every muscle in my body tensing, but I have to see this through. I have to know the truth, and I can’t very well beat it out of him. “And what exactly did you expect to gain by doing that?”
He shrugs, and I can see that he’s shaking. Good. “I figured if she was in Seattle, she couldn’t come between us. It’s just too weird, Dad, she’s my?—”
“She’s NOTHING to you!” I roar, sweeping my arm across the bar and knocking both our glasses to the ground. They shatter into a million pieces, and the silence left in the wake of the crash is deafening. “She never was and she never will be! Whatever twisted bit of fate that brought her into your life was just so she could get to ME! Kasey is MINE, Devin.”
“But, but–” he sputters, standing unsteadily and backing away. “You’re my Dad. You’re supposed to put me first.”
“You’re a grown fucking man, Devin. I’d die for you, you know that. I’d kill for you. I love you. But you’re a grown man, just like I am, and now is the time in your life when you’re supposed to be building yourself up to be the best man you can possibly be. Not acting like a child, not being coddled by your father, and certainly not being a manipulative little shit when you see someone else getting what you want.”
I step forward, clenching my fists. “Kasey makes me happy, did you ever stop to think about that? I’ve given you everything, and you’d deny me this bit of happiness because you’re selfish.” I shake my head, fury and heartbreak warring with one another. "Get out of here, Devin. I never want to see your face again."
He sucks in a breath, his face going pale. Devin looks hurt and confused, and I swear I see a sheen of tears in his guilt-filled eyes. He's crossed a line, and I won't forgive him for it. At least not anytime soon. “Dad…” he pleads quietly, but I shake my head and point at the exit, stone-faced and stone-hearted.
As he walks away, I sit back down at the bar, my mind racing. She didn’t lie. She didn’t lie and now Kasey, my beautiful sweet Kasey, is slipping through my fingers. All because I didn’t trust her or even listen to what she had to say.
I have to make this right or I will regret it for the rest of my life.
I pull my wallet out, cringing at the sight of the broken glass on the bar and floor, knowing that I let my rage get the best of me. The bartender is standing in the corner, washing dishes with a cloth and looking frightened, probably waiting for me to leave. I pull out five $100 bills and slap them onto the bartop. There. Hopefully, that will make up for the scene I just caused with my son.
Heading to the resort's main building, my mind is racing with thoughts of Kasey. I’m consumed by them. What have I done? How could I be so stupid? I can't believe I let my ego get in the way of our relationship like this. I should have trusted her. I should have been there for her, supporting her. Convincing her that I can provide everything she needs, that I will pay for any degree under the sun that she wishes to gain, as long as she stays with me.
Instead, I pushed her away, and now she's more than likely leaving.
I don’t even bother texting or calling her. This is important enough that I need to say it face to face, and there is no time to waste. As I approach Kasey's suite, adrenaline is coursing through me like liquid fire. I'm hoping against hope she'll forgive me and stay. I know I messed up, but I'm still confident we can make this work.
There has never been anything on this Earth I haven’t been able to accomplish when I put my everything into it.
I knock on the door, waiting for her to answer. When she does, my eyes can’t drink her in fast enough. Her sparkling emerald eyes are ringed with red as if she’s been crying, her pale gold hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Nothing in the world has ever been as beautiful.
Kasey looks cautious, half her body still behind the door as if she doesn’t trust me. Frustration flares at the thought. I won’t have that. “What do you want?” she asks hollowly.
"Kasey," I say, my voice shaking a little. "I'm sorry. I was an idiot. I swear I’m going to make it up to you.”
She hesitates and I grab the door, push it open, and enter the suite before she can even think of denying me. I close it behind me, standing in front of the door but not pushing Kasey any further. I’m not going to let her run away, but I won’t crowd her either.
She sniffles, looking down at the ground, fingers twisting at the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing. “I’ve tried to call you all day…”
“I know. Kasey, it was my idiot son that set this all up, but it shouldn’t have taken finding that out to make me hear you out. I should have trusted you, but I can’t go back in time and change that. All I can do is make it up to you now. Will you let me do that?”
Kasey looks at me for a long moment, and blood roars in my ears. Will she forgive me? Or is it too late?
“Kenneth, I…” She inhales slowly and blows her breath out. “I gave you so much of me. I trusted you with my body and my heart and now I feel lost. It’s hard to just let that hesitation go now.”
I school my features to be neutral, not wanting her to see that her answer is frustrating me so much. It’s like she wants some sort of display from me, some demonstration of how I will take care of her the right way from here on out. All I can see is her, the rest of the room stays faded in the background, and then suddenly an idea comes to me.
Oh, and it’s a fun idea, too.
Kasey’s mouth turns down at the corners as she sees the look coming over my face, and her eyes go wide.
“I can help you let go,” I tell her, stalking forward until her calves bump into the edge of the bed and she has to stop. “I can help you let go of everything Kasey. Take those tight little shorts off and the panties too. Let me show you what I have in mind.”
Her mouth falls open in an ‘O’ of surprise, and there’s a quick flash of indignation in her eyes. I like when she’s fiery. “You’re not going to just come back in here and expect me to–”
Closer and closer, I get to Kasey with each step until it’s just inches between us. “Take them off, I said. Now.”
She clamps her mouth shut, eyebrows drawing together, but she doesn’t tell me no. Kasey tilts her chin up stubbornly, but I could roar from triumph as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her bike shorts and tugs them down her long, tanned legs. A pink pair of panties follow, and all the blood that has been pounding in my head rushes to my cock.
Her shirt is long enough that I can’t see her pussy, but I know she’s bare for me, and that’s more than enough to get me hard.
