Page 51 of Sins of the Father
We go into my building and enter my condo. Harper puts on a smile, but all I feel is pain.
My quads may be paying the price from my workout, but the tugging of my heart is from my baggage and rules.
But I don’t know how to change it. And I’ll be damned if I hurt Harper in the process of trying to figure out how to undo all my issues.
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“Lie down,”I instruct Steven and point to the bed. “I’ll get ice packs.”
“I’m fine.”
“Stop saying you’re fine,” I cry out.
His eyes widen.
“Sorry. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I leave the bedroom and go into the kitchen. My insides are shaking.
I’m uncertainty.
And I can’t disagree with that.
When I woke up this morning, I had flutters of excitement, thinking about seeing Steven today. I got ready and went out to the main room.
Jamison and Quinn had arrived home, and Jamison took me aside.
He handed me a piece of paper with six numbers on it.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“It’s the code for my safe. Take out whatever cash you need for the week and give me your phone so I can add my Uber account. My driver will take you wherever you need to go, but if there is some crazy situation that pops up, you’ll have it.”
I went to my room and got my phone. So much shame filled me. I couldn’t tell Jamison I didn’t need his Uber account or money. I wouldn’t put Hope’s well-being in jeopardy because of my ego. But it’s a knife slicing my last bits of self-respect.
There was a time I would have argued with him about how I didn’t need any of those things. But I can’t claim that right now.
You can’t even pay for an Uber.
I’m not sure what I expected to happen between Steven and me. I don’t live by rules and structure. Well, not anymore.
I used to. When I had my career as an attorney and was the dutiful wife, I had all sorts of parameters I lived by.
All staying in the lines did was keep me married to a cheater and leave me with nothing except sadness.
But my reality isn’t Steven’s.
And he thinks he disrespected you.
What does that make me in his eyes? A slut?
We didn’t even do anything...well, he only kissed me. I had a constant need to grind against his body.
I fill the bag with ice, put it aside, then fill a second one.
And you just told him you’re hitting rock bottom. Makes you super attractive.
