Page 95 of Game of Love
I never even heard the door open until it was too late.
Usually I was able to hear the front door open because I listened out for it so much with the guys always around.
Not today though.
It wasn’t until the heavy footstep sounded against the floor board that I saw Pa.
Xander saw him too and moved off me. He’d been balls deep inside me telling me how hard he was going to fuck me. Then we saw Pa.
I couldn’t even talk, or respond. Shock robbed me of doing anything but covering myself.
“Get your fucking clothes on. I need you,” Pa snarled at Xander. He wouldn’t look at me. He kept his gaze on Xander, giving him fiery daggers of disapproval.
At least he had the decency to leave us, so Xander could get changed properly.
Pa practically slammed the door shut.
“Fuck,” Xander breathed and looked to me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was coming.” I shook my head. Pa had never, ever done something like that before. And what would he do now?
Would he fire Xander?
“Don’t apologize.”
“I am sorry.”
He stopped my next words with a quick kiss. “Jia don’t apologize.”
“What if he fires you and I never see you again?”
“No.”
“He could.”
“55 River View Heights,” he said backing off the bed.
“What’s there?”
“That’s where I live. You can find me there whenever you want.”
I released the breath I’d been holding on to when he kissed me again.
“Thank you,” I told him breathlessly.
Another kiss was planted on my forehead then he got dressed and left. I put my clothes on too and went downstairs. I knew Pa would be waiting in the sitting room. That was exactly where I found him.
He stood by the mantelpiece looking at my painting of the Tuscan countryside.
He turned when he saw me and rage washed over his face.
“So that’s how he watches you?” he asked.
“You had no right to come into my room like that.” This was crazy shit. All of it. Once again it had come back to the part of this messed up situation where he treated me like a child. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Jia, I understand you’re a grown woman and you can screw around with whoever you want, but not when I’ve specifically expressed my wishes for you.”
Oh my God, he was going to sell me that shit again about Armand.
