"No worries. I was about to order. You guys weren’t picking up your phones either."
They both exchange looks and start to laugh. I don’t like this one bit.
"Karen you look beautiful. Stunning, even."
"She does, doesn’t she?" Colt winks at her, and anger shoots up my spine.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
So damn jealous. I wish that we could change places. I hate the fact that he just took his hand and traced it along her arm.
Doesn’t she remember the other night?
About what happened between us?
Why is she acting as if it meant nothing?
"Shall we order?" I ask as the two of them blatantly flirt in front of me. I might as well not be here.
"Actually, I’m going to go to the restroom real quick," Karen says and gets up. Colt stands up partially and I do the same as Karen gets up from the table.
I’m watching that ass in that dress of hers as it sways back and forth.
Karen turns her head and looks back at the two of us. She smiles mischievously and wiggles her ass very subtly – so that we’re the only two that catch it.
Fuck.
The two of us sit back down and I look over at my stepson.
It’s as if Colt’s woken up from a dream as he smiles at me, "Sorry about the other day, man. I think that if you need help with the business, then we should try and help you out."
"We?"
They've been spending more time together, which should make me happy that I’ll no longer be tempted to go to her room. Or feel her skin against mine, and as for that sweet pussy of hers… Shit, she was crying out like a baby; it was wet as soon as I touched it. It’s like a magnet; the closer you get, the harder it pulls you in. I think about that night and then I smile as I think about her pussy. She’s not just hot from the waist upward.
"Yes, Karen and I."
He nods in the direction she was sitting, and looks at me with a smile. It shouldn’t bug me, but it does.
He’s fucked her. Multiple times.
That’s when I fucking lose it.
"What, you decided this when you were fucking or something?" I ask with gritted teeth.
Shit, maybe the wine’s got to me. I was sitting here sipping on it like a jilted groom before they turned up.
"Whoa there, Daniel, why the hostility?" Colt asks with a smirk. It’s obvious he’s been trying to push my buttons. "The other night…"
But I’m done.
I’m done being made a fool of. In my own fucking house.
"Now you listen to me, you stupid little shit," I begin but Colt is already cutting me off.
"You talk to me like that one more time and I will knock the fucking shit out of you, old man," he hisses. "I don’t care if you’re my Dad or not."
"You’re lucky that I’m not your father because you’d be out on the fucking street if I had an ungrateful son like you," I say, my voice growing louder.