Page 2 of A Little Bit Reckless
I started to point toward the window for him to leave but heard footsteps on the stairs.
What the fuck!
I had no idea how my parents knew I was home, but since it was the weekend, that made sense. I often came back from college to do laundry and shit, and when the guy on my bed wasn’t moving fast enough, I shoved his ass in my bathroom.
“Don’t say shit,” I bit out before slamming the door in his face. I had just enough time to get my pants back on before my door flew open and my father’s face appeared.
I looked a lot like my father, which was something I took advantage of. He was what I called “funny guy” handsome. Like the “Ryan Reynolds that probably could have been a serious actor but decided to go the funny route instead” handsome. My dad liked to laugh, but he wasn’t fucking laughing today.
He sneered at me, and my mother stood beside him.
I got my fairer features from her. She was a really tall lady with brown hair and a face that could fit right in with all thosebeautiful women from regency novels. Her personality also fit that era as she was hella proper and shy.
Honestly, I had no idea how my parents got together. Especially because they were technically stepsiblings. They didn’t grow up together or anything weird like that, but, needless to say, I didn’t talk about that shit a whole lot. I mean, who the fuck would?
Dad stood in his brown suit with his arms folded. Although he was in the food service industry, he worked in an office. He was a franchise owner of multiple locations.
Mom didn’t work a formal job but she volunteered a lot in the community.
My parents were literally yin and yang, and maybe that was why they worked. My dad was the funny guy, and Mom was the one who laughed.
Again, there was no fucking laughing today, and evenmy motherwas upset, which meant a red face indicating frustration,disappointment. That shit was almost worse than my father giving me daggers for eyes.
Despite the predicament I appeared to be in, my parents loved their kid and I knew how to work that shit. I also got the funny-guy thing from my pops, so I came over cool as a cucumber.
I put out my arms for hugs. “Hey, fam. What’s up…”
My warm greeting was ignored when my dad marched around my ass to the bathroom. He ripped the door open so hard and fast I thought he’d pull it off the hinges.
“Out,” Dad barked at the guy in the bathroom, and I palmed my face. My parents obviously fucking knew me.
I swear to God they had some kind of sixth fucking sense. They caught me more than once with a guy or girl in my bed. Sometimes there were both and those moments were really fucked up.
They also made my really vanilla mother cringe. I was sure my mom had fun in her own day, but no one was trying to walk in on their kid in the middle of a threesome.
My mom placed a hand toward the door. “Please.”
Her face managed to get even redder as she directed my latest (almost) conquest toward the door. Her change in tint obviously came from the awkwardness of the situation. My dad’s redness came because he was fucking pissed. I thought Dad might actually grab the guy and throw him out himself, but Chad or Brad was quick.
“Sorry,” the guy mumbled to my parents before basically turning into Sonic the Hedgehog and racing out the door. The dude had the boldness to whisper “text me” to me before leaving. I probably wouldn’t. Bro barely got me hard, and I had to look at an elf to keep me there.
“Wells, I swear,” my dad started and took steps toward me before my mom got his arm. I mentioned my mom was tall, and Dad was too. He played sports in high school, and, if my parents didn’t want me getting laid, they shouldn’t have been as pretty as they both were. Mom was basically built like an Amazon and had an ethereal beauty that went with it. Dad had a more rugged look, and, even though he wasn’t an overly huge guy, he was sturdy and could have played sports in college too.
Dad sighed. “Sit, please.” He added the please because my mom was around.
Had she not been, he’d be frying my ass. I sat on my bed. “What’s?—”
Dad shoved a letter in my face. It had my name on the top but was obviously not in an envelope. That didn’t surprise me, since my parents knew I didn’t care if they opened any mail for me while I was away at school. All my mail was supposed to be forwarded to Pembroke, my university, but if something slippedthrough, I always had my parents open it so they could text me if something was important.
I made a mental note to revoke that privilege when I saw the big words “academic probation” stamped on the top of the letter. I took it. “See, um, Dad, the thing is…”
“Don’t bother explaining. You’ve obviously been messing around in college like you do here at home,” Dad said, and I assumed he was referring to the guy he literally just threw out of his home. Dad closed his eyes. “I’m done, Wells. You’re fooling around on my dime, and you’re not doing it anymore. Your mother and I are cutting you off.”
Cutting me… off.
The words were foreign, and my brain didn’t compute. My mouth parted. “Cutting me off as in…”
“No.Money,” Dad emphasized, and my heart leaped. Dad nodded like he knew. “That’s right. Starting today, consider the bank that is your parents done. That means no access to credit cards. No clothes, no trips, no cooking gear.”
