I just want to get back to my place and forget this night even happened. I’m supposed to stay another night, but fuck that, I’m out of here.
“I heard you last night,” my little brother said, poking his head around the corner.
“You didn’t hear shit. Now go away!” I tugged my luggage toward the stairs and thumped it down each step, not caring that I was being loud. Nobody showed me respect in this house so I’m not going to show it back.
“Grab me! Whore!” He mimicked and I saw red.
That little shit was listening last night.
“I’m going to kill you, you little perv!!”
I dropped my luggage, letting it tumble the rest of the way down the stairs as I spun and lunged for my little brother. He screamed and took off down the hallway.
“Taylor, come in here,” my dad’s voice came from his office at the bottom of the stairs.
Peeking around the corner, my little brother was gone and I was in no mood to chase him. Fixing my shoe that nearly fell off during my pursuit, I headed for my dad’s office. He didn’t sound happy and I had no idea what he wanted to discuss with me.
I found him sitting at his desk when I entered and then he pointed to the seat in front of him. Fucking great.
I sat down and glared at him over his expensive desk, noticing that he wasn’t looking back at me. Yeah, I have a feeling I’m not going to like this conversation.
“I heard Tommy leave your bedroom last night,” he started and my heart sank into my stomach.
“Dad, about that…”
He cut me off by holding up his hand. “I know what you two do, I’m not stupid. What I was referring to is how he left your bedroom. He didn’t sound too happy.”
“You need to make this work between you and Tommy. His father is very important for my company. Don’t screw this up for me.”
“And if I disagree?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Then you can kiss your college stay goodbye. Do you have any idea how much money I pay for you to be there every year? Or, how much you staying at that stupid fucking sorority costs? If you cross me, Taylor, I will rip you from that school and plop you in a cubicle in my office so fucking fast your head will spin.”
Jesus christ. I’d hate to see him when he was really angry.
“But I don’t love Tommy,” I finally replied.
He snorted. “I didn’t love your mother at first either, but here we are twenty some years later.” He leaned back and stared at me. “What’s not to love about Tommy? The boy seems to adore you and he’s a handsome boy. You’ll do best to remember that in our world, Taylor. Our lives aren’t meant for love. They’re meant for connections and marrying into the right family.”
I wanted to tell him where to go but I knew that would only anger him and I probably wouldn’t make it back to school tonight. I’d be in that suffocating cubicle by Monday morning.
“I hear you loud and clear.” I may be agreeing right now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t find a way out of this somehow. I have several months before I graduate to figure it out. Once I have my diploma in hand, my dad won’t be able to hold his money over my head anymore.
Yeah, being broke after living a life of luxury would be hard, but at least I’d have a degree and my freedom.
“Are we finished here? I need to get on the road,” I pointed out.
He waved me off as if I was an annoying employee before he grabbed his cell phone, spun in his chair, and got into conversation with the caller.
“Love you, too, Dad,” I murmured as I left his office and grabbed my luggage before leaving this unbearable house.