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I take a deep breath.
“Stop hitting on my sister,” Carter says, although there’s no real heat behind his words. He waves a hand and heads for the exit. “Let’s get out of here.”
Jay presses behind me as we follow him. In my ear, his steady voice grounds me. “He should be a hell of a lot more worried about me spanking you, don’t you think?”
I laugh out loud as we step out into the cool night.
43
CRAZY IN LOVE BEYONCE & JAY Z
JAY
Carter did find a girl he hadn’t hooked up with and forgotten, so not long after we ordered drinks at our second stop of the night, he disappeared. Kevin called Nikki and went to her place, probably realizing I wasn’t going to let him follow us home. So I brought my girlfriend back to my apartment, where I made good on my promise to fuck the sass out of her mouth. Her ass was red from the spanking I gave her, but she was drenched when I finally settled between her thighs and made her come repeatedly until neither of us could keep our eyes open.
Unfortunately, I can’t spend today in bed with her like I want. Cat has brunch with her family, and I’ve been summoned by my father.
I press my thumb to her bottom lip as she stands at the door, ready to leave. “Dinner?” I ask, nibbling on her lip before slipping my tongue in her mouth. I fucking can’t get enough.
She hums as she kisses me back, and I snake my hands around her waist, pulling her closer. My other hand runs through her hair. Fuck, I need her.
She pushes me away. “Can’t. I need to focus on this idea that Sophie and I are working on for Jolie. I really want this internship in Paris.”
Cradling her face, I give her a half smile, then press another kiss to her lips. “And I want it for you. Come over when you’re done with Sophie, then? Please, Kitten. I need you in my bed at night.”
She smiles softly and puts her hand on the doorknob. “So needy, Mr. Hanson.”
“For you. I’meverythingfor you.”
And I don’t even try to hide it.
* * *
My father is dressedin a suit when I arrive for lunch. He takes one look at my jeans and grimaces. “What the hell are you wearing?”
It gives me sick pleasure watching him twitch over a pair of jeans. Holding my arms out wide, I look down at my outfit like I don’t understand the issue.
My father growls. “You’re late, so this will have to do.”
“Is someone joining us?” I ask, knowing it’ll just be us.
He glares at me but doesn’t respond as he walks to the dining room.
The table is set for two, his plate at the head and mine at the other end. The other four spots remain vacant. What’s with the formality? I haven’t really thought about it before, but watching Cat with her family has made me realize that the relationship my father and I have isn’t normal. Why we don’t sit side by side, or at the kitchen island. But even when my mother was around, we had dinner in the dining room every night. Formal dinner. Never mac and cheese or pizza or takeout.
It’s been steak and potatoes, mahi-mahi with jasmine rice, escargot, and caviar since I was a child.
And it’s only now, when I’d rather have a waffle out of a to-go box while lying in bed with my girlfriend, that I even question the life I’ve lived for the past twenty-four years.
“Have you cleared everything out of Carter’s apartment yet?” my father asks as Sienna places our food on the table and blushes when she makes eye contact with me.
She’s stunning. Poor thing will be fired if she doesn’t look at my father the same way.
Every woman on staff in his home is gorgeous. And young. When they hit twenty-eight, he lets them go. Then he starts again.
And he fucks every single one of them.
My skin crawls because, until recently, his actions didn’t even bother me.
