Liam Brandon sauntered into the gymnastic center, moving toward the high bars, and wrapped his huge palms around them.
*I’ll leave you to think about it then*
His words to his daughter replayed in his again and his hands suddenly fastened, full of rippling veins.
What was he thinking about having blurted such a thing out to his daughter?
Leaving her to think about what exactly? How immensely have both been craving to f**k one another? And was he ready to give in now? To f**k his own daughter?
“Goddamnit!” he swore loudly, slamming his bumped fist against the bar column, and they came shattering immediately.
“Liam,” a soft voice called out his name from behind, but he didn’t turn to have a look as if he was already familiar with the voice.
Henry shuffled his footsteps closer, his lip
