Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
It hit me at that moment that he and this new child would be related, this child will have a connection to all three of them. I will be the odd man out. The thought made me feel irrational panic, and I wanted to scream to release all the pent up anger and frustration I felt inside.
Could he be right? Could it be because of the baby and the place she will have in their lives? Maybe I’m jealous of the unborn child? No, my feelings for him had started long before I knew mom was pregnant. And I’ve never been one to be that selfish.
No, my feelings have nothing to do with anything like that, though I can see how it would be confusing if he and I became a thing. But why should we let that stop us? If we both feel something for each other, shouldn’t our parents be happy for us? Why is this so messed up? Why did I have to fall for him of all people? And why did he have to kiss me back as if he wanted me too?
I felt disgusted because I know that I’m the one who initiated it, the one who pushed us to this point. In the time it took me to self reflect, he had already made his way to the door. I wanted to call him back, but words failed me as my heart ached in a way it never had before.
Somehow I knew that if he walked away now that we’d both lose something vital, but I’d used up all the bravado I had for one day. “I’m sorry, Lora, we can’t.” I felt the tears roll down my cheeks as he closed the door behind him, leaving me to collapse on the bed like a broken doll.
TYLER
I heard her tears, and it took everything out of m not to walk back through the door. I stood there with my head leaned back against the wood of the door listening to her and tearing myself up inside. I can still feel her lips against mine, still, feel the warmth of her body as I held her close.
My dick was still hard and ready for action, and I’m still not sure where I got the strength to pull away from her when all I really wanted was to bury myself inside her. But I can still see my dad the day he told me about the adoption, I can still see the excitement in him and knew that it was something he really wanted.
A part of me was mad at him for robbing me of this, but common sense prevailed, and I knew that my dad would never deny me anything, and never have. So I can’t be selfish and take this away from him. I turned and rested my forehead against her door with my hand on the knob and a pain in my gut.
I should just tell her about the adoption, but dad had sworn me to secrecy, and I couldn’t break his trust. I walked away and headed downstairs a little while later after I heard her sniffling stop, she’d cried herself to sleep.
Turning away from the door, I headed downstairs just as I heard Sherry and her parents leave; I’d forgotten that they were here. I was on the last few steps when I heard my dad talking to Justine in low, hushed tones. “Does something seem off about that kid to you?” It was a while before Justine answered.
“Not really, no, I just get the feeling that she likes our Tyler as more than just a friend.”
“You may be right; she gave him some story about me wanting them to go out tonight, not sure where she got that from.” There was a moment of silence, and then he carried on.
“I don’t think she’s on his radar, though.”
“Why? What do you mean?” Another minute of silence. “I get the feeling his interest lies elsewhere.”
“Oh, really, who?” I could imagine Justine turning in his arms to look at him. Most likely, she’s sitting with her back turned to his chest with his arms around her from behind.
“I’m not sure as yet I’ll let you know when I figure it out. But getting back to the question, you don’t feel anything off about that kid?”
“Like what? She seems like a perfectly normal teenage girl to me.”
“I guess you’d know since you’ve raised a daughter.” Dad didn’t sound convinced, but he soon changed the subject, and I made my way down the rest of the stairs and headed for the kitchen. I hadn’t eaten anything and come to think of it, don’t recall seeing Lora eat either.
I bypassed the meal the housekeeper had made earlier and made myself a sandwich, wolfing it down while standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring out the windows into the darkness outside. I felt bad about rejecting Lora but knew it was for the best. Hopefully, we can get past this and go back to the way things used to be.