With a "thud," Sam threw Lacey onto the bed.
Lacey frowned due to the abrupt aggression.
With scorn, Sam looked down at his soaked clothes. Meanwhile, Lacey remained motionless on the bed like a corpse, unwilling to move.
Such behavior of hers enraged him.
"Get up!" He went forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up as he asked, "Are you done playing around?"
Lacey paused. Her eyes widened in bewilderment. "Who are you?" She asked.
"Who do you think I am?" Sam had a firm grasp on her wrist and showed no compassion.
"Are you my dad?" Her body swayed as she tilted her head.
"What did you just say?" Sam's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You're my daddy!" She grinned as if a goofball.
"No, I'm not!" He yelled.
Scolded by Sam, Lacey bit her lower lip in aggravation. "Why don't
