Page 7 of 21 Week Hiatus

“Only yours,” Savi whimpers curling her fingers around my tie and pulling my mouth down to meet hers for another ardent kiss.

I should leave. I'm supposed to be at work right now. I gave my assistant my word that I would return in twenty minutes with plenty of time for the meeting I have scheduled with a potential new client this afternoon. But right now, absolutely nothing is more important than being with Savannah.

We’re fully engrossed in one another. My focus is zeroed in on Savannah and the sound of her moaning and the feel of her soaking my fingers as I stroke her clit in slow lazy circles. The squelching sound of her pussy as my fingers glide through her slick folds is like music to my ears. “God, baby, I fuckinglovethe sound of your soaked cunt.” I croon, watching her heatedly. Savi stares up into my eyes and bites down on her lip, her hips rocking back and forth in perfect rhythm with my fingers, working herself up to orgasm. “Are you going to come hard for me so I can drink up every drop of your tasty pussy.”

“Oh yes, yes Daddy?—”

“What the fuck?” Savi's head turns first, her hazel eyes bulging in surprise as she lets out a gasp. My head jerks up and swivels towards the source of the angry voice. When our eyes meet, my mind goes blank. Standing in my bedroom doorway is my son, Trent, his face displaying a mix of emotions - anger, hurt, and revulsion all evident at once.

Well, fuck me.

As if things weren’t bad enough already, this just made it a thousand times worse. Because why wouldn’t he choose to come over in the middle of the afternoon and walk in and catch me pleasuring his ex-girlfriend on top of my bed. Fucking Christ.

“Trent! Oh my God…” Savi scrambles to sit up and cover up her modesty her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Trent stands frozen in the doorway, processing the scene before him.

Slowly I rise to my feet and Trent watches me, his gaze dour and his hands fisted at his side. “Son?—”

“Don’t… you fucking call me that.” He hisses icily, his gaze shifting to glare at a horrified Savannah now standing behind me. “I don’t believe this. So, it’s true, you’re fucking my dad?”

Savannah shifts to stand beside me. “Trent, it’s not what you think. If you’d just let us explain?—”

“Explain? Explain what, huh?!” He snaps hotly, his angry gaze bouncing between us. “What are you going to explain when I just saw you spread out like some common whore getting fingered by my fuckingdad. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The blood heats in my veins at his tone and choice of words. “Hey!” I bark, taking a menacing step forward, “Watch your mouth, Trent.” I warn.

Trent’s eyes narrow to slits and takes a step forward also, “Or what dad?” he taunts, “Or do you preferDaddy, you fucking pervert.” He adds bitingly, his words burn a hole in my gut. Trent shifts his gaze to Savannah again when she curls her hand around my arm to keep me calm and Trent scoffs. “Wow, did I misjudge you Sav. I would have never pegged you as the malicious type, but to seek out my dad to get back at me for dumping you is a downright bitch move. Tell me, how long did you wait before you spread your legs for him? I bet your pussy was still wet with my saliva when you bared yourself to him, wasn’t it?” Trent expresses tartly and I feel Savannah’s fingers tightening around my arm. His words struck a nerve.

“Trent.” I grit through clenched teeth. I can feel my temper mounting and the thought of him with Savi isn’t helping.

“Logan, please,” Savi begs, her eyes pleading with me to remain calm. But I can feel the anger coursing through my veins, threatening to erupt at any moment.

Savi’s voice is steady as she turns her attention to Trent and speaks, trying to diffuse the tension between us.

“Trent, you can continue throwing your accusations around like a petulant child, or you can act like an adult and listen to us.” Her voice is even, but there’s an underlying sense of frustration and hurt. She takesa deep breath before continuing, “First of all, I’m truly sorry, the last thing either of us wanted was for you to find out this way. But you’re right about one thing, you have misjudged me, which doesn’t come as a surprise because you never bothered to actually get to know me throughout our relationship—if you can even call what we had a relationship when we spent more time broken up than we did together,” she continues on, a bitterness creeping into her tone. “But I’m not going to stand here and list off the shitty things you did to hurt me when we were together because you and I both know we’d be here all day.” Savi rants on. “But contrary to what you think, my relationship with your father has nothing to do with you. I didn’t go out of my way to be malicious or hurt you, Trent. I didn’t even know he was your father until we ran into each other at your mom’s birthday party.”

As she speaks, the fire in Trent's eyes seems to dim somewhat. Whether it's from guilt or understanding, I couldn't tell.

“But you continued screwing him anyway when you found out. So, clearly you’re not that sorry.”

“Son, you have every right to be angry and feel betrayed because as your father I should have been upfront and told you there and then that we knew each other, but back then I’d only known Savannah a day or two and we even agreed to not see each other anymore, but…” I lower my gaze to Savi and find her looking back at me with such devotion in her eyes. “I couldn't do it. I couldn't walk away because I was in love with her.”

“You fell in love with her—oh my God.” He lets out a low bitter laugh. “My dad is in love with my ex-girlfriend. What the fuck?!” Trent sneers, shaking his head. “Do you even hear yourself, Dad? Setting aside the fact that she's my ex-girlfriend, she’s young enough to be your daughter and calls youDaddy. Can't you see how sick and twisted that is?” he asks, his eyes bouncing between Savi and me. “What happened to you, Sav? This isn’t you. You were my girlfriend two weeks ago,two weeks,Sav. That’sfourteenfuckingdaysand now you’rein lovewith my dad. Are you fucking kidding me with this bullshit? What’s next are you going to marry him and become my damn stepmom and have a bunch of kids together?”

“Trent you’re being ridiculous. ” I elucidate looking down at Savi who stares back at me taken aback but nods mutely in response.

Trent gives Savi a skeptical look, his eyes narrowing. “Well, that’s a relief. At least you have enough sense to not father another child. And you’re okay with that, Sav?” He questions her, clearly confused. “You always said you wanted a big family. It’s all you ever talked about. What about your grand plan? Your big dreams of opening your own event management company, getting married, and having at least two kids by the time you hit thirty-five.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Are you seriously willing to throw it all away and settle for a middle-aged man who can’t even promise you a future?”

A sharp pain shoots through my chest. Why was I kept in the dark about this big plan? Did she not trust me enough to confide in me? She keeps her eyes fixed ahead on Trent, but I know her well enough by now to recognize the weight of sadness in her features.

“Yes, you’re right, there was a time I wanted all those things, but plans change, just as people do. The girl you dated then is not the same one standing here today. That girl who was too predictable, too eager to please and put others before herself is gone. I refuse to conform or pretend to be someone I'm not just to make others happy. I have grown to love my true self, and I am deeply in love with a wonderful man who brings excitement into my life like never before. I don’t care how old he is, and I truly apologize if this upsets or hurts you, but nothing will change because he happens to be your father. The last thing I want is to come between the two of you,” Savi expresses as she presses herself against my side and nestles in when I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her closer.

Trent's eyes move to me, and he shakes his head disapprovingly. The last time he looked at me with such distain in his eyes was when he was a teenager, and his mother made him believe I was to blame for our broken marriage because I was unfaithful when that’s the furthest thing from the truth.

“Trent, I know we’ve had our issues, and our relationship hasn't been the best, and I take full responsibility for that. I should have fought harder to be in your life when you were a kid, even with your mother'sattempts to turn you against me. You're my son, and I never stopped loving you or wanting to be a part of your life. If you need to shout and hurl insults or even punch me, it’s your right. I deserve it, but please don't push me away, son.”

Trent shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck in agitation, the anger in his eyes flaring again. “No, don't you dare try to put that guilt shit on me. You knew how I felt about her. I stood here in this goddamn doorway, and I confessed to you that I still have feelings for her. It was just a few days ago. And you have the audacity to stand there and call yourself a father? What kind of sick, twisted father betrays their own child like that? It shouldn’t surprise me though, because you never cared about me. I’ve only ever been an inconvenience to your life and your actions prove it. If you had even an ounce of love or respect for me, you would have known it was wrong and ended things with Savannah as soon as you found out she was my ex. Or, better yet, you would have had the decency to sit me down and tell me the truth instead of sneaking around like a coward, chasing pussy like some desperate youth. Well, congratulations old man, you no longer have a son. You’re so desperate for my sloppy seconds, have her. I’m done with you.” Every word that spews from his mouth is laced with venom, each one cutting deeper than the last.

With one last shake of his head, Trent turns and walk out of the bedroom, and I couldn’t do much but helplessly watch. I want to go after him and try to explain, get him to understand that I didn’t do any of this to hurt him, but I don’t have a leg to stand on here because he’s right. There is no justification to ever excuse the way I betrayed him and that’s a burden I’ll have to carry with me forever.

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