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You think I got the answer to that, don't you? That I'm going to have some deep explanation of what's going on that'll fucking put everything into perspective, won't it?
Sorry darlin'. Life doesn't work like that. You can't break it into chapters to read in your spare time.
Instead, the most I can tell you is that I'm sitting here, enjoying my steak. It feels good to cut the meat with my knife. I just want to cut something. Destroy it.
I've been drinking my scotch like there's no fucking tomorrow.
Why am I so frustrated?
It makes no fucking sense.
"You're acting like an animal," a voice says from beyond my vision. I should probably explain that even if I'm sitting here in the dining room, my head's been bowed and I've been looking at my plate. My entire vision has been this New York Strip and the creamed spinach I had with the Macallan 12-year single malt to the side.
That's all I was staring at as I was cutting the meat to eat.
Now I stare up.
And fuck.
She's sitting right there.
Tight, shimmering, glittering silver dress. Natalie Vanderhill. That dress may not be translucent, but fuck, it leaves almost nothing to the imagination by being so tight.
I see those delicate, round, pert, juicy tits showcased right in front of my eyes.
Her hair is done up.
Her wide set eyes are looking at me.
"What's wrong with you?" she asks me again.
"I needed to get away," I tell her. "Be by myself."
"I need to know what's going on with you, Sloane," Natalie says to me. "You're acting crazy."
"Crazy?" I say, gripping my knife. "It's crazy the way I'm acting?"
"You can't go down to people's offices and tell them to stay away from me!" she says with anger lilting her voice.
I pause.
"So you fucking heard about that," I say quietly.
She nods. "Drake told me afterward when I went to visit him," she tells me, looking down. "Told me to stay away from you."
"You're fucking him, aren't you?" I ask, putting my knife and fork down. "Tell me the truth."
This time real anger flashes through her eyes.
"What do you care?" she asks. "What does it matter what I'm doing?"
"He's your stepdad," I snarl out loud. I look around, making sure no one hears me.
"I know," she says, and smiles. Fuck. That's when my cock literally comes to life. Because she's smiling with one of the most lascivious and sinful smiles that any human has ever given me. "It's so fucking hot, knowing he's my Daddy."
My cock has a heartbeat, even though I want to stab Drake.
"But who I fuck isn't your business, brother," she tells me leaning over. "Just like I told Drake it wasn't his business who I see."
