Paige is as naked as the day she was born and she’s laid out on the conference table. My father thrusts in and out of her. His trousers pooled around his ankles.
“Seriously?” I deadpan, and two sets of eyes fly to mine.
My dad smirks. My presence doesn’t deter him and he carries on fucking her.
Paige grins at me. “You want to watch Grayson? Or you could join us?”
What kind of sick person asks a guy to share a girl with his father? She is seriously messed up in the head.
“She’s old enough to be your fucking daughter,” I spit, unable to hide my disgust.
My dad smirks. “She fucks like a woman, though.” He grasps her hips and pounds into her with more aggression, and Paige moans loudly.
I’ve seen enough. I turn swiftly on my heels and leave, and as I do, I hear my father’s mocking laughter.
I’m halfway back towards the function room when Tess stumbles out into the corridor, wobbling on her feet, pissed. “I’m looking for your father have you seen him?”
I smile. “He’s just down the hall, that door there,” I tell her, pointing to the door I have purposefully left open.
I head back inside and order another drink. I sit back and put my feet up on one of the other empty chairs. I pull my phone out and text my girl.
I miss you, baby.
I wait a few seconds and then I see the bubbles moving.
I miss you too. Can we not do a weekend apart again?
Never again, baby, I reply.
Fuck, I am so wrapped up in Manchester I don’t know my left from my right. She consumes me. I am obsessed with her body and her mind. When I’m not inside her, I fantasise about being there. I know every inch of her body and I am just as intrigued by her thoughts and opinions.
If I weren’t under the influence right now, I’d get in my car and drive all the way to rainy Manchester. She is it for me. I always said I’d never fall for a girl because I’d believed that love made a man weak, but I’d been so wrong. She strengthened me and made me a better person.
Three more months and I am free. The trust fund my mother has left for me would be released, and I can walk away from my father and his toxic presence and never look back. My father has all these grand plans for me, but little does he know I have plans of my own, and they were nothing like his. I am going to build my own empire with my Manchester at my side.
I snigger as I see Paige come back into the room and rush over to her mother as she holds her bust and bloodied nose. It looks like Tessa found them. I watch as Paige whispers in her mother’s ear and her mum turns pale and then hustles her daughter out of the room. I wonder how mummy dearest feels about her daughter fucking a man old enough to be her father. Rumour has it that the family empire was crashing. They are having money troubles, so maybe they’ve encouraged her escapades with my father as a way out of their troubles. This is the kind of fucked up shit that happens in this world. Daughters are used as pawns. Wives turn a blind eye to their husbands’ many affairs by spending money and being seen at the right places. It is seriously fucked up and I want none of it.
My phone rings and I see it is Dom. Standing to my feet, I push open a door that leads outside.
“Dom.”
“Hey, how’s it going? Are you surviving?”
I scoff. “Just about. The alcohol is helping.”
“And Imogen?”
“Imogen is attempting to dig her claws in, but failing.”
Dom remains silent for a beat. “You need to nip this in the bud, Gray. Whether you’re just playing along to keep your Dad happy for now or not, if Everly finds out she’ll walk away.”
I know he is right. Everly isn’t the kind of girl to put up with any shit. I know what my father’s agenda is. He wants me to bag and bed Imogen and stick a ring on her finger, ensuring he gets the deal with her father. There isn’t a chance in hell that I am bedding and proposing to Imogen Hillcrest, but for now I am making the right noises, biding my time.
“You need to tell Everly what your dad is playing at before she finds out from someone else. People talk and word will get out.”
“You know I’d never cheat on her.”
“I do, but imagine how this could look to her. Tell her, Grayson.”
COURTNEY WIPES A TEAR from her eye as she releases me from a tight hug.
“Argh, I can’t believe I’m crying. Why does the weekend have to go so quick?”
I pout my lips. “I know, but you can come down to us in the holidays.”
Izzy nods. “Yeah, you must.”
The train pulls into the station and people start to board.
“We’ve got to go. I’ll text you later, okay?”
Courtney nods and holds up her phone. “Come on. One last selfie.”
We all lean in together and she snaps the photo.
“Text me and let me know how it goes with Jake?”
I’d talked Courtney into texting him and asking him out last night after she’d had a few ciders and had loosened up a bit and to her absolute delight he’d said yes and they are going out tonight. Courtney has crushed on Jake for about as long as I’d crushed on Tyler. I just hope that he is all she has built him up to be.
Courtney beams, buzzing with excitement. “I’ll text you as soon as the
