pair of sexy silk boxers that make me want to yank them off and go one more round.
Shaking off the thought, I open his bedroom door. “I swear, it did. But I have to go.”
“Why?”
Not ready to get into everything I shake my head. “I just do.”
Luke follows me out of his room and down the stairs to the front door, angry huffs coming out of him with every chance he gets. At the front door he finally snaps, “You just do?”
“Yes.” I bluntly answer.
“But—”
“No buts.”
“Can’t you—”
“No. I can’t. And I can’t explain.”
“Stuart—”
“Luke,” I cut him off. “I’ll call you later.”
Opening his front door for me to leave, he sighs defeated, “Okay.”
Prepared to rush to my car, the nagging feeling that this will be the last time I get to see him like this kicks me in the ass. Turning back around, I recklessly grab him by the back of the neck, join our lips, and shut my eyes tightly. With everything I have in me, I suck his bottom lip, his top lip, and taste his tongue one final time before pulling away leaving his face flushed and lips swollen. It’s the look I know I’m going to miss. Without another word, I walk away and hurry to my car.
What choice do I have right now? Sara may be the princess of hate, but my father is the king.
Chapter 19
Stuart
Thankful that I beat my parents to my apartment with enough time to grab a quick rinse off, I hustle down the stairs tucking my shirt in. Opening the door I’m not surprised to see the picture perfect campaign moment waiting for me.
Heaven forbid they go anywhere not looking like they are ready for a fucking photo op. While my blonde hair and blue eyes come from her, my stature resembles his. It’s almost like a perfected mixture of their physical genetics.
“Stuart,” my mother coos placing a hand on my face, a kiss on my cheek.
“Mother.” I reply before extending my hand to shake my father’s.
Once he does, he looks around at my apartment. “Not the dump I was expecting.”
I clink my tongue ring around in my mouth to fight the urge to respond, which causes my mother to scold, “You still have that? I thought we discussed you taking it out. I hate that thing.”
Another reason I keep it.
“Well the house you are moving into in Maryland is fantastic.” My mother waves a hand around. “Oh look you’ve even begun packing.”
“House?” my voice questions following her into my living room that’s filled with boxes. “What do you mean house? I’m renting an apartment, the next city over from yours.”
“Unacceptable,” my father states his head high in the air as he continues ripping apart everything he hates in my apartment in his head. “You’re not raising a baby in an apartment like some sort of welfare parent.”
Running a hand down my face to gain my composure I nod. “I can’t afford a house.”
I can. They don’t know that though. They think I don’t make anything as a photographer and I’m happy to let them think that.
“Which is why your mother and I are giving it to you as a baby gift.”
Most people get diapers or bottles. My parents decide to give me a house I don’t fucking want. Two thumbs up.
“Lots of space to move Sara in,” my mother hums heading towards my windows. “At least you have a beautiful view here. Not as beautiful as the one in Maryland, but not hideous.”
Blowing out a stern breath I declare, “I’m not living with Sara. I’m not marrying Sara. I barely wanna have a baby with Sara. So please drop this notion you have that I’m going to whisk her off her feet and ride off into the sunset with her.”
Quickly my father warns, “Watch your tone.”
“Why not?” My mother turns to me and pouts. “I worry about you.”
She knows. I know she knows even as she stares me in the face right now and pretends not to. A mother knows when she introduces her son to a brother and sister and he eye fucks the brother and can’t be bothered to
Shaking off the thought, I open his bedroom door. “I swear, it did. But I have to go.”
“Why?”
Not ready to get into everything I shake my head. “I just do.”
Luke follows me out of his room and down the stairs to the front door, angry huffs coming out of him with every chance he gets. At the front door he finally snaps, “You just do?”
“Yes.” I bluntly answer.
“But—”
“No buts.”
“Can’t you—”
“No. I can’t. And I can’t explain.”
“Stuart—”
“Luke,” I cut him off. “I’ll call you later.”
Opening his front door for me to leave, he sighs defeated, “Okay.”
Prepared to rush to my car, the nagging feeling that this will be the last time I get to see him like this kicks me in the ass. Turning back around, I recklessly grab him by the back of the neck, join our lips, and shut my eyes tightly. With everything I have in me, I suck his bottom lip, his top lip, and taste his tongue one final time before pulling away leaving his face flushed and lips swollen. It’s the look I know I’m going to miss. Without another word, I walk away and hurry to my car.
What choice do I have right now? Sara may be the princess of hate, but my father is the king.
Chapter 19
Stuart
Thankful that I beat my parents to my apartment with enough time to grab a quick rinse off, I hustle down the stairs tucking my shirt in. Opening the door I’m not surprised to see the picture perfect campaign moment waiting for me.
Heaven forbid they go anywhere not looking like they are ready for a fucking photo op. While my blonde hair and blue eyes come from her, my stature resembles his. It’s almost like a perfected mixture of their physical genetics.
“Stuart,” my mother coos placing a hand on my face, a kiss on my cheek.
“Mother.” I reply before extending my hand to shake my father’s.
Once he does, he looks around at my apartment. “Not the dump I was expecting.”
I clink my tongue ring around in my mouth to fight the urge to respond, which causes my mother to scold, “You still have that? I thought we discussed you taking it out. I hate that thing.”
Another reason I keep it.
“Well the house you are moving into in Maryland is fantastic.” My mother waves a hand around. “Oh look you’ve even begun packing.”
“House?” my voice questions following her into my living room that’s filled with boxes. “What do you mean house? I’m renting an apartment, the next city over from yours.”
“Unacceptable,” my father states his head high in the air as he continues ripping apart everything he hates in my apartment in his head. “You’re not raising a baby in an apartment like some sort of welfare parent.”
Running a hand down my face to gain my composure I nod. “I can’t afford a house.”
I can. They don’t know that though. They think I don’t make anything as a photographer and I’m happy to let them think that.
“Which is why your mother and I are giving it to you as a baby gift.”
Most people get diapers or bottles. My parents decide to give me a house I don’t fucking want. Two thumbs up.
“Lots of space to move Sara in,” my mother hums heading towards my windows. “At least you have a beautiful view here. Not as beautiful as the one in Maryland, but not hideous.”
Blowing out a stern breath I declare, “I’m not living with Sara. I’m not marrying Sara. I barely wanna have a baby with Sara. So please drop this notion you have that I’m going to whisk her off her feet and ride off into the sunset with her.”
Quickly my father warns, “Watch your tone.”
“Why not?” My mother turns to me and pouts. “I worry about you.”
She knows. I know she knows even as she stares me in the face right now and pretends not to. A mother knows when she introduces her son to a brother and sister and he eye fucks the brother and can’t be bothered to
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