Chapter 3
A warm tingle slinks down my spine and moves around to my pelvis. For some reason, the thought of being so close to him fills my body with excitement..
“Ok.” is all I can manage to meekly respond.
“Good. I just have to stop at my house first to grab something. It’s nearby.”
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
By 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. “I’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.
inside hi
He invites me to come house with him while he searches for whatever it is he came for, and I eagerly oblige. During the time Jason
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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. My body is craving this man. No matter how wrong it may be.
“Okay, um…Luke,” I whisper, not wanting to break free of this moment. But unfortunately for me, my phone chimes with another text.
This time it’s Jason.
I let out a light scoff and roll my eyes before frantically typing out a response telling him what I saw, that our relationship was over, and to never contact me again.
I shove my phone back into my purse and then drop it onto the couch. Luke moves right next to me, close enough that I can feel his warm breath delicately caressing the flesh of my neck.
“Something wrong?” he asks with genuine concern shining beneath his
eyes.
I shake my head. “No, Mr….Luke, it’s just Jason wondering how my birthday is going. I never told Jason which club we’d be celebrating at, so he had no clue that I was aware of his cheating.”
Luke gently places a hand on my shoulder, and I instantly sense a rush of warmth consuming me. “Jason might be my son, but honestly he didn’t deserve you,” his tender words send a tingle crawling down my spine.
