Jenna
I shouldn’t have lashed out at Alex. It wasn’t his fault. And for me to pretend he’d be able to make my father do anything is ludicrous. My father rules with an iron fist.
He looks so torn up now, I feel bad. I get up from the bed and pull on a sundress, then I walk over to him. When he lifts his head from his hands, I plop onto his lap.
Surprise flickers over his face, but his arms instantly come around me, cradling me, just like I wanted to be held.
“I don’t blame you,” I say softly. “You had nothing to do with it. I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry, angel. You’re right to be mad. The whole family hung you out to dry. It was unbelievably f****d up.”
I kiss his stubbled jaw and he turns into it, captures my jaw with his hand and kisses me in that dominating way of his, tongue swe
