Page 125 of Her Daddies' Everything

He wasn’t surprised to find Sampson storming in. He was one of the few people who would just barge in.

He set his guitar aside. He wasn’t getting anywhere anyway. Instead, he picked up his glass of Scotch and took a sip.

Everything was fucked up at the moment.

Things between him and Immy were so awkward and he hated it. Hated the space between them, detested that they were drifting apart.

Kissing her had felt like a dream, like heaven.

Then maybe you should fucking do something so you don’t lose her.

“What the hell did you do?” Sampson thundered down at him.

“You might have to expand on that,” he said tiredly.

“Don’t drink that shit. You know it messes with your brain,” Sampson bossed.

Always the older brother. Always with the right answer. Doing the correct thing.

Sampson had been their father’s favorite.

And he’d treated Jenner accordingly.

A shiver went through him and he squashed that feeling.

All of that is over. And you can’t keep using that as an excuse for your behavior.

“What did you do to hurt her?” Sampson demanded.

At those words, he sat up. His gut went tight. “Hurt her? The cut was an accident.”

“Not that. There’s something wrong between the two of you. She looks at you like you kicked Snowy then stomped on him. So what did you do?”

He hated that. Hated that he’d hurt her.

Fuck.

He really did need to sort his shit out.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her. I never want to hurt Immy.”

Why did his fucked-up brain do this? Why couldn’t he get everything sorted out in his head? He smacked his head with the palm of his hand.

“Don’t,” Sampson said. “Don’t do that. It’s not going to help. Just tell me.”

“I kissed her. Or, she kissed me.”

“Fuck. Then what? Please don’t tell me you rejected her. You did, didn’t you?”

“Why am I like this?” he whispered. “I went to a therapist. I did what they said. I thought I was better.”

He was so much better before . . . before everything had taken off with his career. Before his worries started to get hold of him and then wouldn’t let him fucking go.

He didn’t like being this way. He felt like he was dangling on the edge of a cliff, about to fall. However, if he did, it wouldn’t just be him that fell.

Everyone would go with him.

“I don’t know if you can be cured, more like you learn to cope,” Sampson told him gruffly as he took a seat across from him.

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