Birdie's POV
I was acting like a brat. I didn’t get what I wanted that four nights ago, and I didn’t get it three nights ago either.
As the days passed, I somehow lost interest in Dad. Not because I wasn’t attracted to him anymore, but because he didn’t even try and get close to me. He had to work, yes. But at dinner, he wouldn’t even look at me.
He was exhausted, and I didn’t want to make him do things he was too tired for. Theo didn’t show up in these last two days, and I had no idea why. Maybe he had to work…or maybe Dad told him not to come because he wasn’t in the mood to finally f**k his daughter.
I was sitting on the couch, watching a documentary on Netflix as Dad walked into the living room in just his boxer briefs and damp hair.
“We’re having a barbecue tonight. Theo and Luk
