“What do you mean Neil and his daughter? Why are they coming over?”
“We will discuss it when they arrive, but please, wash up. You have dirty plane all over you.”
Then she takes off, leaving me in a state of panic.
My first instinct is to grab my phone and text Rupert an SOS. But the moment my hand touches my phone, I remember that he’s not talking to me.
Fuck.
I drag my hand over my face and head up the stairs to my old bedroom, unsure what the hell I’m going to do now.
It’s not like he can marry me right then, at the foot of his hospital bed. There is a thing known as consent, and there’s no way in fuck I’ll be consenting to marry Neil’s daughter.
Jesus Christ, I don’t even remember what her name is.
When I reach my bedroom, I see a pair of dark blue trousers, a cream button-up shirt, and a pair of brown loafers with tassels laid out for me. I smile to myself, take my phone out again, and snap a picture for Renley.
Theo:Look at what I have to wear today. If only you were here to cut the tassels off.
Heading into the bathroom, I turn on the shower and let it warm up, which takes way longer than at the house back in the States. So I undress and set my phone on the counter just as a text from her dings.
My heart flutters at the sight of her name and I quickly pick up my phone to read it.
Renley:My scissors are itching to snip those off. Why are you getting dressed up to go see your dad? Is there a dress code?
Theo:LOL. My mother laid out my clothes for me. Don’t make fun of me, I know how that sounds.
Renley:You’re in your thirties, Theo. Your thirties.
Theo:I’m well aware, trust me, my aching back from the plane ride is making me quite aware of how old I am.
Renley:Poor baby, if only I was there to massage it for you.
Theo:That would be amazing, but if I was wishing for things, it would be me back in Cape Meril with you, helping you set up the candy.
Renley:Maybe it’s best that you don’t help with that. I feel like you would have eaten a lot.
Theo:To the point of puking.
Renley:LOL. You’re ridiculous.
Theo:But I’m yours, which makes you just as ridiculous.
Renley:You brainwashed me and took me captive. We’re at Stockholm syndrome at this point.
Theo:It’s cute that you can recognize that. Okay, have to get in the shower. Talk later, love.
Renley:Think of me while you scrub up.
Theo:Jesus, don’t get me hard before seeing my father.
Renley:Xoxo
Setting my phone down with a sigh, I quickly hop into the shower and scrub up, not thinking about Renley once, because I want to be in and out. There are things I need to do and figure out, and the longer I’m here talking to my father, the longer that’s delayed.
These pants are eating away at my goddamn dick, and not in a good way. They’re tight, unflattering, and feel like they are tearing away at my manhood, which is unexpected and extremely unpleasant.
“Fuck these things,” I say as I adjust my pants, trying to tug them down my waist to get the inner seam to stop riding up my balls.
