“But—”
“Lana.” His expression darkened, and I braced myself for whatever was coming next. “When I married your mother, I couldn’t have known the outcome. I knew she’d bring a kid into the marriage—”
“I’m not a kid,” I interrupted.
“You’re nineteen, still in college, and your mother left because she’s incapable of being a mother. You’re here now, and you’ll stay.”
There was the tiniest spark of something I didn’t fully understand in his words, and it took me a moment to decide if it was really what I thought it was. Callan cared about me. He didn’t admit it, not directly, and technically he wasn’t admitting it now, but he wasn’t kicking me out, and that counted for something.
“Fine.”
“Fine,” he repeated, jaw tightening again. “Now go eat something, because no person should go to bed with an empty stomach.”
“I had a—”
“Lana, I swear to God, if you don’t eat at least two slices of pizza, I will personally feed you until you’ve had enough.”
Damn.
I laughed nervously. “No, thank you. I mean, no to the feeding. I can do that myself.”
“Good.”
“Buster?” A high-pitched, female voice echoed in the foyer, then a tiny blonde with enormous tits came skipping toward us. “Here you are! We miss you back there. Are you coming?”
Buster.
Right.
Because to everyone else, the man standing in front of me wasn’t Callan. It was Buster Ace.
It had taken me a while to understand why he chose that name as his porn star alter-ego, but when it clicked, I could only roll my eyes at it.
Buster Ace.
Bust her ass.
So lame.
“Yeah, I’ll be right there, Karlee.” He didn’t look at her, but he also didn’t care about her wrapping her arms around his body.
“I’m going to bed now,” I said, smiling tightly.
“No, you’re going to eat something, and then you are going to bed,” he reminded me, his voice and face as serious as ever.
I rolled my eyes at his bossiness and sighed. “Fine. I’ll go eat something first.”
“Come on, Buster, we were in the middle of something…” Karlee whined, jumping up and down impatiently, which caused her massive tits to bounce, but not in a natural way. It looked like she had basketballs for breasts.
I chuckled at the image of that in my head, and both Callan and Karlee looked at me funny.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, her playful voice all bitchy now.
Gosh, I usually got along with everyone, men but mostly women, but Karlee wasn’t having it. “Nothing’s funny. You two go right ahead. I’ll be in the kitchen, stuffing my mouth with cold, leftover pizza and sushi.”
“Sushi is always cold,” Karlee stated with a shake of her head. “Gosh, and they say blondes are stupid.”
To be fair, I gave everyone the benefit of the doubt, but miss basketball tits over here was making it hard for me to like her. Not because she was fucking my ex-stepdad, but because she was passive-aggressive toward me.
