Page 125 of Their Cruel Play
“What if she doesn’t know where her father is?” I ask, because as far as I know, neither Harper nor her mother are in contact with him.
He chuckles, and the woman gasps as he plays with her under her skirt. “I doubt many know where he is, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find him or my missing items.”
He wants this, which means he’ll give me more leeway if I pursue it. I take a sip of scotch as the woman puts her hand on the back of my father’s chair. Her whole body trembles as he fucks her with his hand.
The other reason I know he wants something is because he doesn’t usually provide this type of entertainment or alcohol. The access I have to Harper’s home is what he’s after, but what can I get from him in return?
I set the glass carefully to the side and lean back, meeting his gaze.
“With the amount of work it’s going to take to get into Harvard, I’m not sure having a steady girlfriend is really workable.” I rub the corner of my lip. “Especially with an internship to worry about.” I’ve avoided it for years. I just have one last year to get through. “Next summer and college breaks would be more ideal for an internship.”
His eyes narrow on me, and he takes his hand out of the server’s skirt. Lifting his cloth napkin, he cleans his fingers forcefully and waves her off to the side again.
“You get a little fuck buddy, which you’ve always had, so I don’t see how this interferes with your ability to do everything.”His eyes narrow. “Besides, the internship will look great on your college resume.”
“A fuck buddy doesn’t need as much attention as a girlfriend.” My gaze goes to the server, who stands with her cheeks flushed. “A fuck buddy just lets you use her for whatever pleasure you’re seeking.”
I bring my attention back to my father. “If you want me to sell this and figure out the inner workings of that girl’s mind, then I need time to work, to get her to trust me.”
I take a swig of scotch before smiling at him.
“If you just needed the house tossed, you could have done that by now. Something tells me this is a much more delicate operation.”
My father’s eyes pierce me, but I don’t let it bother me. I’m right, and right now, I’m the one with the power. He finally wants something I have.
He snaps his fingers at the server, and she rushes back over. He pushes back his chair. “On your knees.”
She drops and works on his belt and zipper. It’s another power move. He wants me to be uncomfortable, willing to say anything to leave the room, but I just meet his eyes because right now, he wants to fuck with my girl and that’s not happening.
He slouches and spreads his legs as the server draws his cock out. “You want to keep your little plaything to yourself, you do everything I tell you to, or she’ll be the next one on her knees at the dinner table.”
The server takes his cock into her mouth, and he pushes her head down until she chokes on it. She struggles to pull off for a few seconds before calming down and letting it happen. He’s always been good at breaking his toys.
Never Harper. Fear tramples over my heart, but I’m not the only one willing to protect Harper from my monster of a father. If it was just her, I’d take her far away, but I can’t let him fuck upher mother’s life either. I release the breath caught in my throat and shake my head.
“That wouldn’t be good for business.” I tap my index finger on the glass of scotch. “It’s one thing to fuck the servers you hire. It’d be another thing to fuck your son’s girlfriend. So let’s stop with the threats and get down to negotiations.”
I push the glass to the side and lean my elbows on the table. “What exactly are you looking for and would you please let that poor woman breathe? It’s a lot nicer when they actually suck on you instead of passing out from lack of oxygen.”
My father smirks and draws her head up. She gasps in a breath, practically wheezing as her mascara runs down her cheeks.
“Fine. You want to put off your internship until next summer?” He tips the woman’s face up to look at him. “Suck it and make it good.”
Fuck. I don’t want to see any more of this. “Yes, I’ll figure out where Sean Davidson hid your property, but you’re going to have to be a little more detailed in what I’m looking for.”
Harper
When I come out of the shower into my room to get ready for bed, the webcam is live, but earlier no one else was on. It’s been a while since I’ve taken a shower on my own, so I took my time to shave and just let the water pour over me.
“Hey, sunshine.” Nico’s voice makes me turn to look at the screen.
No one else is around yet. I tuck my towel in and sit in my desk chair facing him. The anger I felt earlier is gone, but I’m still a little wary.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” He runs a hand through his hair. His dark eyes seem haunted. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”
I release the breath I was holding. “I’m not a prize or a competition you can win by defeating anyone else.”
“I know, but it’s hard not to think that way.” Nico leans his arms on his desk. “I don’t know if you remember this, but I’ve always been competitive.”
