It fucking sucks.
Once I get my shit together, I leave my dad’s house without a goodbye to any of them. Just a quick text to my father, thanking him for letting me stay for the weekend. I make it back to Fresno in record time, and I’ve never been more relieved to pull into my condo parking lot as I am right now. I grab my overnight bag and head for my place, grateful to find my friends doing the usual in the living room. The blinds are drawn and the room is dim, save for the flashing of the giant TV mounted on the wall. There are old, empty pizza boxes on top of the coffee table, and cans of soda and beer scattered everywhere.
Home sweet home.
“Tony! Bro! How was it?” This is from Caleb, who’s slouched in a gaming chair, controller in hand, gaze fixed on the TV.
“Sucked,” I say cheerfully as I let my bag drop on the floor. I go to the couch and sit on it, popping open the pizza boxes to see if there’s any leftover slices inside.
I’m out of luck.
“How’s dear old dad?” asks Diego. I’m surprised he’s here. He’s usually with Jocelyn all the time now.
“Bossy as fuck.” I send him a look. “What are you doing here?”
“Jocelyn is hanging out with her friends at her apartment. I had to get out of there,” he explains. “Was kind of sad you were gone for the weekend.”
I rest my hand over my heart. “Aw, did you miss me?”
He reaches for the paper plate next to him, grabbing a leftover pizza crust and threatening to throw it at me. “No,” he says with a laugh.
“How was your stepmom?” Caleb asks. He looked her up on Google when I told them where I was going this weekend, and he deemed her fuckable.
He deems every woman with a decent face and nice tits fuckable, so this wasn’t exactly news.
“I think she wants to fuck me,” I tell him. I probably would’ve said this even if it wasn’t true just to see his reaction, but…
It is true.
Caleb turns his chair around, forgetting all about the game as he studies me. Meanwhile, he dies a glorious, gruesome death on screen. “What the actual fuck? Are you serious?”
I nod, ignoring my growling stomach. “She came into my room this morning in nothing but a sexy nightgown.”
I don’t mention the robe. Figured that would detract from the point I’m trying to make.
“No way,” Caleb breathes, his eyes wide. This is the stuff of fantasies for him. “Did you take her up on her offer?”
“Hell no.” I shake my head. “I don’t trust her.”
“You don’t have to trust someone to fuck them,” Caleb says solemnly. Always full of good advice, this guy. “You can just bang her and be done with it.”
“She’s married to my father, Caleb. That would make things really awkward,” I remind him.
“You never see that guy much anyway. What’s the big deal?” He shrugs.
I grab an empty beer can and hurl it at him. He bats it away with his hand at the last second, laughing. “No thanks. I don’t need the trouble.”
“Is she hot at least?” Diego asks.
“She’s attractive.” I keep my tone neutral. Helena is a beautiful woman. She carries herself well. As if she was born to be a rich man’s wife. I’m sure her propositioning me is not the first time she’s engaged in a discreet affair my father doesn’t know about. I’m also fairly certain he’s cheated on her too. He did the same thing to my mother.
Mom couldn’t handle it though. She’d call him out every single time, and after a while, he got so obvious with it all, I wondered if he wanted to get caught. Just to get the marriage over with. But they held onto each other a lot longer than I thought they would. Probably because of money.
As in, my dad didn’t want to give her any.
“What an opportunity. I’d fuck that so fast. At the very least, I’d let her give me a blowie,” Caleb says with a grin.
“You’re an idiot,” I tell him.