Ignoring my question, he goes to the kitchen area and brings back two plates of food. “The fish is overcooked.”
“Arthur! How do you think this is going to end?”
“Come eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” Of course my stomach chooses this moment to growl.
“Doesn’t sound like it to me.” He smirks. “You can either eat or we can fuck. The choice is yours.”
Begrudgingly, I amble over to the table and sit. My vagina needs to recuperate before any sexual activity can resume.
“It was Josh.”
“What?”
“He overheard us talking and blabbed to Ricky.” Art digs into his salad. “He’ll get what’s coming to him.”
It’s a relief to finally be exonerated. “Let it go.”
“I’ll have my revenge.”
“No, this cycle has to stop.”
“You should hate him.”
“What good has hating someone ever done for you?”
“I can’t forgive and forget.”
“The past should stay where it is.”
“A transgression, no matter when it occurred, has consequences.”
“He’s your cousin, your blood. How long do you plan on holding this over his head?”
“Anyone who crosses me will face my wrath, including family.”
“Does the same go for your children?”
His eyes narrow to slits. “It’s called tough love. Hard lessons must be learned. I’m not raising entitled brats.”
“I won’t have my baby around you.”
“It’s our baby.”
“Are you sure? Not too long ago you weren’t.”
“Adrian set the record straight.”
“You trust his word over mine,” I say, hurt.
“Now that the truth is known we can move on.”
“Just like that, huh?” He’s unbelievable.
“Yes.”
“You tied me to your bed and fucked another woman in front of me.”
