You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 168

Easton

It's a rare day where I'm at home with just Dad, texting Harper and begging her to come visit so I can fuck her in my pool.

I'm not even ashamed to admit my actual text was — come to my house so I can fuck you in my pool.

She has to study for a test, so I upped it and said, pool and hot tub.

I have an hour before she can even attempt to get here, and I'm bored out of my mind, not because I'm not fucking, but because all I can think about is her and college, which stresses me out so much I'm useless when it comes to anything else.

Somehow, I find myself downstairs in the kitchen staring into the fridge like it's going to magically shit out food for me when my dad's voice sounds.

I jump a foot.

"Seriously? At least announce yourself.

"So, my hard footsteps against the marble floors weren't enough?" I shut the fridge and shoot him a glare.

“Or my heavy breathing? Or the fact that I said your name at least three times while you stared into the fridge like it was Heaven and you were a few seconds away from following the tiny light?" "Very funny.” I run my hands down my face.

"Sorry, it's been a long day.’ "Same"

Dad pulls out a barstool and sits.

I can tell he’s not joking as he tugs on his black tie then pulls it off all the way only to shrug out of his suit jacket.

"I had to defend an innocent person who's now going to jail all because sometimes even the law can't save you.

He has two kids under four, and his wife's all on her own now.."

Dad shakes his head.

"Son, sometimes life isnt fair.” "No"

I agree.

"It isn't.” He leans onto the countertop.

"Want to talk about it?” "My feelings?” I state.

"No, not really.

then start crying like a

the parenting handbook they gave us

Dad deadpans.

very funny.” Dad pulls

fact that I've consistently been having parties and raiding your liquor cabinet for at least three years?" "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that just like I'm going to pretend you arent underage and I'm not handing you alcohol, and

make eye

bad things happen when you are.’ I clear my

"Noted"

"Anyway.."

fridge, grabs two beers, hands me

the part where every

father going to try to have the sex talk with me? Is he going to use puppets again? Am I going to

I mean.

Fuck.

we sit

that says, spit it out

my dad to last me an

on your mind?”

I won't ever go in for the rest of my existence” I hide my grimace behind the beer and

"I'm going to Stanford"

and I couldn't be more

nervous? Hell, I was

clubs he was

honors, take over the law

out for you, son, like the smoothest drive you'll

I sit there, it

It feels wrong.

would be taking a left when

dont like

don't feel like I can tell him that I'm apprehensive, that maybe

trajectory because of a girl, but not just any girl,

Fucking, MINE.

"Yeah.."

My voice sounds uncertain.

a lot of pressure, you know?" "Yup, sure do.” He

the real reason now or keep

"Language"

empty can down and

on?" "I love