Page 62 of Puck with Karma
“Save it,” my father cuts him off. He walks right past him and doesn’t stop until he is in front of me. His eyes are full of anger, and it is all directed at me.
I lift my backpack. “I was on my way out.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” he explodes at me. In the corner of my eye, I notice that Noah is standing by the still open door to the apartment. He’s not sure if he should stay or go. I shake my head at him, silently signaling for him to stay. The door closes with a soft click, and he steps to the side to give us some privacy.
“I’m talking to you!” My father puts his hand to the middle of my chest and pushes. With the element of surprise on his side, I lose my balance and fall into the wall.
“I don’t give a fuck who you’re talking to.” I try to sound calm once I straightened myself back up. “But I am on my way out.”
“You’re not going anywhere until we talked,” he screams at me. “Do you know what a contract termination would mean for your career? For me?”
“For you?” I laugh. “Shouldn’t you be more worried about your son instead of the money?”
He leans forward, rage completely blinding him now. “You are nothing without money! Get your fucking head back in the game!”
I try not to take the bait and yell back at him. Instead, I stay calm, a fact which I know annoys the shit out of him.
“I prefer the long game at this point.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means,” I lean forward a bit, my height a definite advantage here, “that I am counting the days until you’re no longer in charge of my life.”
He just stares at me, mouth opening and closing, completely confused. How did he not know?
“What are you saying?” he doesn’t sound as angry now, just bewildered.
“I’m saying that I hope you saved all the money you could up to this point, because you’re fired.”
That is not what I wanted to say at all. But it came out. And I am not taking it back. I know I’ll have some large fees to pay for letting him go before the contract is up. But I just can’t handle it anymore. I am done.
Relief floods my body. I feel free.
Chapter 20
Abby
The meeting I was forced to attend where I thought for sure Xander was going to be kicked off the team happened six days ago. It’s been a quiet, yet eventful time.
The quiet feels unsettling somehow, like a storm is brewing. Xander didn’t want to talk about what happened in there. He did ask me how I ended up in the meeting, and he accepted my explanation. He never tried to fish for any extra information about Laura or anyone else in the office.
As far as eventful… that’s more on the intimate side.
“Xander,” I gasp for air when he sucks, bites and licks on my breast while he’s buried deep inside of me. This is the second time this morning, and my alarm hasn’t even gone off yet.
“Yes,” he groans but doesn’t stop any of it. “Squeeze me.”
As if on command, my internal walls contract, and I can feel all of him. He pulls back, then pushes back in, over and over again, moving me up on the bed as he does so. When I feel that I am about to hit the headboard, I place my hands against it, and brace myself for impact.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he moans. “I can’t get enough of you. Why can’t I get enough of you?”
I don’t think he’s expecting an actual answer, but I give him one anyway.
“I want you, too. So much.”
My head is thrown back, eyes closed, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he is giving me.
“Fuck!” He yells when he pushes into me hard. That is followed by a feeling of emptiness like nothing I ever felt before.
