Page 18 of Christmas with My Ex's Dad
Her eyes widen, confusion flickering across her face. “What do you mean, ‘no’? I’m going to work.”
My jaw tightens, and my resolve hardens like iron. “You’re not going anywhere dressed like that.”
Faye scoffs, her frustration evident. “It’s my job, Griffin. You knew that when we started this.”
I shake my head, my voice firm. “I don’t care. I don’t want other men looking at you like this.” My hands clench into fists, the possessiveness I feel for her surging through me.
“Ugh,” she rolls her eyes. “I’ve been doing this long before you came along. It’s not your call.”
Closing the distance between us, my hands slide to her waist, pulling her closer. “It is my call if it’s my woman they’re looking at.”
Faye blushes but doesn’t relent. “You can’t just tell me to quit my job.”
My lips graze her neck, and I whisper, “I bet I can convince you.” My hands trail down to her hips as I pepper kisses along her collarbone and down to the edge of her lacy top. A growl escapes me.
Faye shivers under my touch, and I can sense her protests faltering. “Griffin, I’m going to be late,” she whispers, but her voice lacks conviction.
A smirk tugs at my lips, and with ease, I lift her effortlessly and set her down on the couch. “This won’t take long.”
The warmth of Faye’s body radiates against me as I push the lace of her panties aside. Her scent, intoxicating and familiar, fills my senses, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Lowering myself between her thighs, I allow my tongue to dance skillfully along her most sensitive areas, teasing and tasting her.
“Griffin,” she moans, her hands gripping the couch cushions so tightly her knuckles turn white. Her back arches off the couch as I devour her like she’s my favorite meal, a feast of desire that I can’t resist. My hands grip her hips, keeping her in place as she writhes beneath me, completely lost in the sensation.
“God, you taste so good,” I groan, my voice husky with need. Every part of me is aflame with the urgency to claim her, to show her just how much she means to me.
As I continue to lavish attention on her, Faye’s breathing grows more ragged, her moans music to my ears. The world narrows down to just the two of us, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion that is all-consuming.
But suddenly, the sound of the front door opening freezes us both. My heart skips a beat as Elliot’s voice calls out, “Dad? You home?” Panic shoots through me like a bolt of lightning, my body tensing with the knowledge that we’ve been caught.
Before I can react or pull away, Elliot walks into the living room. His face shifts from confusion to amusement as he takes in the scene before him, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“Seriously, Dad? On the couch, you old dog.” Elliot’s voice slices through the air like a knife. I jerk away from Faye, grabbing the edge of her coat and pulling it over her exposed body. The sudden loss of contact leaves me feeling cold, and an unfamiliar anxiety churns in my gut.
“Elliot, get out,” I snap, my voice rough and heavy with frustration. He doesn’t move, his gaze locked on Faye. The smirk that had been playing on his lips fades, replaced by something darker. “Wait. Is that… Faye?”
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FAYE
Ican’t believe this is happening.
My eyes dart to Elliot, who stands frozen, his expression unreadable as he takes in the scene before him. “Elliot…” The words tremble from my lips, shaking with emotion. “I’m so sorry. This isn’t how you should’ve found out. I didn’t mean?—“
“Save it, Faye,” he snaps, cutting me off. His eyes meet mine, burning with fury. “This isn’t about how I found out. It’s about what you’re doing! With him!”
A thousand retorts spring to my mind, but I swallow them all down. “Elliot, please,” I plead instead, my voice barely a whisper. “Just let me explain. Give me a chance to make things right.”
“Do you really think there’s anything you can say to fix this?” he scoffs, his anger palpable. “You’re unbelievable, Faye.”
My gaze shifts, and for the first time, I notice the bouquet of flowers clutched tightly in Elliot’s hand. A sickening feeling washes over me as I realize their significance. His eyes followmine, and he looks down at the flowers, a bitter laugh bubbling up from his throat.
“You know why I’m here?” Elliot sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. “I brought these for you. To apologize. For being such a jerk. For cheating on you. I was going to beg for you to take me back.”
My heart sinks further into my chest, each word twisting like a knife inside me. The truth is that even if I had known what he was coming for, I never would have taken him back…I’ve moved on.
Elliot shakes his head and casts the flowers carelessly to the ground, stomping them under his boot with a venomous glare. “But I guess that’s as good as done now, huh?” he growls, his tone sharp with anger. “Those flowers are worthless. Just like you, Faye.”
The cruel words slice through me, leaving me breathless from the pain they inflict. I can’t let him see how much his words hurt me. “That’s not fair, Elliot,” I say, my voice shaking with barely contained emotion. “You cheated on me. You ended us.”
