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

handbook they gave

Dad deadpans.

again, very funny.” Dad

part where I say I'm underage like a good little boy and refuse to admit the 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

doesn't make

you're not connected to the cloud son, bad things happen when

"Noted"

"Anyway.."

gets up and sure as shit goes to the fridge, grabs two beers, hands me

the part where every teen

puppets again? Am I going to be scarred for life? Or is he just going to try to

I mean.

Fuck.

sit down

while giving him side—eye that says, spit it out

conversations with my dad to last me an eternity, so I really don't need

on your

the hot tub, I won't ever go in for the rest of my existence” I

"I'm going to Stanford"

your mom and I couldn't be more proud.” He slaps me on the

nervous? Hell,

to share stories with me about all his accomplishments, the clubs he was a part of; it's intimidating,

law firm

for you, son, like the

sit there, it

It feels wrong.

would be taking a left

like this

like I can tell him that I'm apprehensive, that maybe

I'm thinking of changing his entire plan and my trajectory because of a girl, but

Fucking, MINE.

"Yeah.."

My voice sounds uncertain.

He finishes his beer in a few swallows and then turns to

the real reason now or

"Language"

empty can down

"I love her”