Colt turns to face me. “Prin—”
I slap him across the face, my teeth grinding at the sting on my palm from connecting with his cheek. He takes in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, and I hate that tears start to burn my eyes. Instead of yelling or begging—for I don’t know what—I exit the kitchen and head up to my room, needing to get away from them. I don’t give a damn what Colt had to say.
It wouldn’t matter anyway. We did what we did. Can’t change it now.
COLTON
“THANKS FOR THEride,” I tell Finn before jumping out of his car. Since Raylee set mine on fire, I don’t have means of transportation until I buy a new one.
I was going to make her take me to our lunch date with our parents, but I haven’t seen her since she slapped me after I gave Nate back his phone and informed him that we fucked earlier this morning.
Entering the Victorian mansion, I find everyone already in the formal dining room. Raylee sits across from her mother, head down as she stirs the soup around in a bowl.
I pull out the seat next to her and plop my ass down.
“Good afternoon, Colton.” Her mother smiles at me.
“How was the trip?” I ask, making small talk.
“It was wonderful.” Her crystal-blue eyes look over at my dad, and he gives her his charming smile.
My father’s butler comes up to my chair. “What may I get you to drink?”
“Water, please,” I answer.
“I’ll have a bottle of Moscato.” Raylee lifts her hand to him.
“Raylee, I don’t think—”
“I’m old enough to drink, Mother,” she interrupts her mom, who just purses her lips and decides not to argue with her.
Tiffany is naturally pretty. She’s got dark hair and blue eyes like her daughter. I know she gets Botox in her forehead, but other than that, she doesn’t have fake lips or tits like the women my father dated before he met her. When he brought her home, I was surprised. She didn’t drive a Bentley or wear a lot of jewelry. My father’s always been into the flashy women who flaunt their money. Tiffany had none. I never saw her as a gold digger, though. I wasn’t one of those kids that thought she was going to come into my family and try to take what’s mine. No, everything was great until Raylee entered my life.
My feelings changed the moment I met her.
Six years ago
I’m in the kitchen making a sandwich when I hear my father’s voice followed by a feminine laugh. They enter a second later.
“Hello, Colton,” his fiancée greets me with a smile. She’s got her hand in my father’s, and I haven’t seen the look of such pure joy on his face since—ever, really.
“Hey, Ms. Adams,” I say.
“Colton, please call me Tiffany.”
I nod. It’s weird to see him with someone and know that they’re getting married in two months. He’s been dating women for as far back as I can remember, and none of them ever stayed long enough to acknowledge me.
“I didn’t know you’d be here. I thought your father told me that you have football practice this afternoon.”
I nod. “Yes, ma’am. As soon as I eat this sandwich, I’m leaving.”
Just as I go to take a bite of my sandwich, a girl enters the room dressed in a pair of white skinny jeans and a simple black crop top. Her jeans sit high enough on her narrow waist that you can just see a tiny sliver of her tan stomach. She’s got her bleach-blond hair down and in big curls.
Her crystal-blue eyes meet mine and her red-painted lips spread into a wide smile. As if it’s possible, her eyes turn even bluer with excitement.
“Hi. You must be Colton.” She walks over to me in her Chucks. “I’m Raylee.” Reaching out her hand, she adds, “I’ve heard so much about you.” She bats her dark eyelashes, and my mind goes straight to the gutter while my dick gets hard.
I imagine her on her knees, looking up at me while my cock fills her pretty mouth. Goddamn, this is her daughter? Why didn’t my father warn me? Give me some kind of heads-up that she’s fucking gorgeous.
