Page 73 of The Teacher of Nothing
Willa: I should go back into my room. Gemma’s probably worried.
Me: Way to kill my boner.
Willa: You shouldn’t have one at dinner with your dad.
Me: Put your finger inside yourself.
“Something wrong with your steak?” Dad asks, his deep voice cutting through me and killing my erection completely.
I clear my throat and set my phone down in my lap before picking up my utensils. “Sorry. Work stuff.”
My phone buzzes against my cock, vibrating it back to life. I know a picture of Willa is waiting for me and it’s almost too tempting to ignore.
“Jamie wants to do something with the twins for spring break,” Dad says around a mouthful of steak. “It’s not an ideal time for us to leave, but you know I can’t tell that woman no.”
I bristle at the reminder. I’d always wondered who came onto whom. Exactly how my relationship with Jamie deteriorated to the point she was able to slip away and fuck my dad enough times to fall in love with him. Was she the one who pursued him? And he couldn’t tell her no?
Looking down into my lap, I flip my phone and find the picture waiting for me along with a voice message. Pink lips, glistening with arousal, seem to be wrapped around her finger. Like a kiss or a mouth around a dick.
Goddamn, she’s hot.
And mine.
No one’s going to be taking her away from me.
Not Dad. Not Levi. Not anyone.
I’m forced to pull my attention from the picture to listen to Dad discuss possible nearby vacation spots for them to go to.
“Of course the invitation always stands for you boys to join us. We’re a family.”
A family.
Because normal families have our fucked up dynamics.
Nice try, Dad.
“I’m sure you can convince Hugo and Spencer to go,” I murmur before lifting my phone to play the voicemail. “Excuse me.”
Dad’s lips purse together as though he’s annoyed with being blown off, but I don’t give a shit. I need to hear her voice.
“Hey.” A pause. “I have to go back in there, but I can’t wait to see you again.” A ragged breath. “We’re going to binge-watchRiverdaleprobably. I’ll call you later if I can after Gemma goes to sleep. Miss you.”
I replay the message just to hear her soft, breathy voice again. Tonight is going to be the longest night ever.
“More work stuff?”
“Work has really consumed me lately,” I admit.
“Shaping Park Mountain’s youth. Admirable career, Son.”
The sarcasm is thicker than my juicy filet. I know he hates my job, hence why I took it in the first place. Any jab against Dad I can sneak in, the better.
He brings the subject back to potential vacation spots, though he’s leaning toward Vancouver. I stare at my father, still wondering how he managed to wreck my life when I was a teenager.
After all these years, I should be over his betrayal. And, maybe, I could have gotten over it had he not married my girlfriend and had children with her. They live two houses down from me, for fuck’s sake. There’s no forgetting or moving pastit. It’s a constant reminder every damn day. Every time I see Gemma—a spitting image of her mother. Every Sunday when I see Jamie as she flits about the kitchen, happy in her role of the beloved wife of Nathan Park.
But things are changing.
