At Home Late CH 35

I nod in agreement and instantly feel a warm wetness between my thighs. The
heartbreak I felt just minutes ago is being quickly replaced by something else.
Abby
the time we pull into Mr. Brandt’s driveway, I’ve finished telling him about Jason
cheating on me. Although I figured he might be disappointed in his son’s
behavior, I didn’t expect him to get angry on my behalf.
“My son can be such a little asshole,” he tells me while turning the ignition off,
the vein in his temple throbbing wildly. JI’m sorry, Abby. I wish I could say that I’m
surprised to find out that he’s betrayed you. But the truth is, he’s always been a
selfish prick.”
A rush of gratitude toward Luke flows through my frame. Hearing how pissed off
he is with Jason fills my heart with warmth. It’s almost as if he cares deeply for me
and doesn’t like the idea of anyone causing me harm.
Even if it’s his own son.
He invites me to come inside his house with him while he searches for whatever it
is he came for, and I eagerly oblige. During the time Jason and I were together,
I’d never been to his dad’s house. Or his mom’s for that matter. We only hung
out at my apartment or his enormous townhouse, where he’s probably at right
now with his new skank.
Just as more images of the two of them are flooding my mind,
my phone chimes with a message from Claire wondering where I went. I shoot
her a quick response to let her know that I’m okay and heading home but want
her and Amy to continue their night; intentionally leaving out the fact that I’m
with Mr. Brandt.
As he opens the front door and guides me inside, I’m taken aback by how
massive and modern his house appears. Although it looked big from the outside,
that view didn’t do it any justice.
My entire three–bedroom apartment could fit inside his living room and lounge.
The walls are adorned with numerous expensive paintings, and the familiar aroma
of Mr. Brandt’s cologne still lingers in the air. From the high ceilings to the
pricey–looking furniture, everything screams wealth and luxury. Making me feel a
little out of place.
Luke senses my discomfort, and his hand lightly grazes the small of my back as
he leads me toward the living room. His soft touch and charming smile quickly
put me at ease. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable,” he instructs me,
gesturing to the plush couch.
I nod, feeling the fluttering sensation from earlier intensifying. “Your house is
gorgeous, Mr. Brandt,” I say quietly, looking around once more to take in the
grandeur of the place.
As soon as my eyes land on his, the air between us seems to shift for a moment.
“Thank you,” he responds, keeping his focus on me. “And call me, Luke.”
I watch as his expression changes, and the intensity in his eyes becomes more
apparent. Almost like a lust–fueled hunger. With his
jaw clenched, and his warm eyes shimmering in the light, he looks completely
mesmerizing.
Luke Brandt may be old enough to be my father and my ex–boyfriend’s dad, but
there’s no doubt about it. M craving this man. No matter how wrong it may be.
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(Hade My Stepfather And His Best Friend
another text.
This time it’s Jason.