I turn back toward my father and set my palms on his chest.“Go sit in the living room.Let’s discuss this like adults.”
“Adults!”My father’s voice is permanently high-pitched.“Madison, you’re barely legal.He is my age.”He lifts his gaze back to Myles.“How long has this been going on?How long have you been lusting after my child?”
Myles pulls me out of the path of my father’s rage.“Madison is right.We all need to calm down and discuss this rationally.”
I think my father’s eyes are going to bug out.His hands are fisted.He jerks his gaze to me.“Go put some fucking clothes on, Madison.Jesus.”
“Only if you go sit on the couch and promise not to punch Myles again.”
For a moment, I think he might actually throw another punch, but he finally turns around and runs a hand through his hair.“Fuck.”He glances back at me.“Fine.Go.”He points toward the stairs.
I jog in that direction.
“Motherfucker,” he yells.“You fucking hit her, too?”
I spin back, my hand on the banister.Fuck, he’s seen the backs of my thighs.My voice is raised.“He didn’thitme, Dad.Don’t be so naïve.You’re a Dominant.You gonna tell me you don’t spank women?I’mnot naïve enough to believe that.You’re a member of Edge.I’ve been there.”
His face turns bright red, and I swear he’s going to have an aneurysm.
“Do you want me to get dressed?”I shout.
“Yes, I want you to fucking get dressed,” he screams back.
“Then sit down and don’t move a muscle.If you don’t control yourself while I’m gone, I’ll never forgive you.”I run up the stairs as fast as I can.I dart into my old room, yank open a drawer, and grab a pair of loose cotton shorts.After tugging them on, I pull the T-shirt over my head and replace it with a university sweatshirt.I’m back downstairs in less than a minute.
At least my father is sitting now.He’s leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his forehead in his palms.
Myles is in an armchair, and he reaches for me when I return.Thank God.I would kill him if he didn’t fully lay claim to me right now.It would hurt so badly for him to make light of what we have.
I go to him, grateful beyond words when he pulls me against his side, wrapping an arm around my waist.His nose is no longer bleeding, but his face is swollen.He’s cleaned up the blood and now lifts an ice pack to his nose.
He lowers it after wincing.“I deserved that, Hendrix.I understand your reaction.I’ve pondered how we were going to tell you about us from the moment I first realized your daughter was mine.”
My father jerks his head up to glare at Myles.“She’s not fucking yours.She’smychild.”
“She’s not a child, and don’t you dare insinuate I am some kind of pervert.This didn’t start until I went to pick her up last week.It wasn’t planned.It just happened.”
My heart is racing, and I slide a hand around Myles’s neck.I want to kiss him for treating me like an adult and telling my father exactly how he feels about me.He’s not holding back.He just told my dad I’m his.I want to climb onto his lap, straddle him, and kiss him until the sun goes down.But first, we need to deal with this.
My dad’s eyes are narrowed, and he’s breathing heavily.His gaze darts back and forth between us.“Why the fuck did you have to choose Madison out of all the fucking women in the world?”
“I don’t know, Hendrix,” Myles says calmly.“Fate stepped in and put her in my path.We realized we were attracted to each other, and we started exploring our feelings.”
“And you’ve already taken her to Edge and made her your submissive?”my father shouts.He’s still steaming angry.
“I was already his submissive, Dad.It’s who I am.It’s who I was meant to be.It’s in my blood.We went to Edge for the first time last night for my birthday.”
My father groans and leans back against the sofa, tipping his head to the ceiling.He swipes a hand down his face.
Myles squeezes my waist.“I’m sorry about how you found out.I thought it would be best to wait until you were here for Madison’s graduation.I guess you decided to come early.”
My father speaks to the ceiling.“I wanted to surprise Madison for her birthday.My flight got canceled.I’m a day late,” he deadpans.
That explains why I didn’t even hear from him yesterday.
“There was never going to be an easy way to tell you about us,” Myles continues.“In every scenario I imagined, you punched me.”
My father lowers his head and narrows his gaze.“You fucking deserved it.”His attention shifts to me.“What the hell, Madison?You’re way too young to know what you want.”
