Chapter 2
I shake my head lightly, trying my hardest to escape the thoughts. There’s a group of guys around my age hanging near the entrance, smoking and loudly bantering. One of them tries to grab my attention, but I ignore him and keep going.
My black stilettos clack against the pavement, in sync with my shaky breath while I make my way down the street. Not sure where I’m going, just as long as it’s away from the club.
Just as I’m striding past a crowded restaurant, a familiar voice comes behind me.
“Abby?”
I tense up and slowly turn around, instantly recognizing the smooth, deep tone of Luke Brandt...Jason’s father. He takes a few steps toward me and almost immediately, my body begins to relax a little bit.
My heartbeat accelerates while my eyes take in the view of his tall frame, and I can sense a heat rising to my cheeks. As well as a second rush of warmth between my thighs.
Though Jason is attractive, his dad is even sexier and charming. A perfect silver fox. But I know that it’s wrong to look at Mr.
Brandt in that way. He’s my boyfriend’s dad after all.
Well, my ex-boyfriend now.
Luke takes another step closer to me, and the heat radiating from his body caresses my skin and I can feel my nipples peaking into hardened pebbles beneath my dress.
I should've worn a bra tonight.
“Mr. Brandt, hi,” I say, trying to sound casual and calm, but the slight quiver in my voice betrays me.
I've only seen Jason's father a handful of times since we started dating. But every time I have, there’s been a weird fluttering sensation in my lower abdomen and my body floods with a tingling warmth.
And though I’m almost too ashamed to admit it, my panties also flood with wetness.
The smile spreading across his chiseled face fades and is replaced by an expression of sincere concern as he notices the redness around my eyes and my tear-stained flesh. “What's wrong?” he asks with a hint of worry underneath his tone.
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