~ Alisson
Brent ushered me into one of the private rooms in the house, his demeanor still stoic and brooding.
“Tell me what happened?”
“I went looking for him and I heard sounds in the den,” my voice catches and I want to smack my face, why now?
“I’m done with him, I'm done!”
Brent doesn't seem phased by my little outburst. ‘’Vodka?’’
I nod, ‘’ I could use ten but one is a decent pace to start.’’
I expected him to support his son or at least, order a cab for me but he doesn't.
Most people would, especially when it involves their child but that's the thing, Brent isn't most people.
I don't know what to do with my hands as I watch him mix the drinks, my dress is barely long enough to cover my thigh highs and I suddenly regret being dressed in just a garter belt and a skimpy gown.
