Chapter Thirteen
Wade
I didn’t want to leave, but I had no choice. Being sexually frustrated wasn’t something I was used to. A simple call or text to any of the countless women in my phone would help exponentially. No strings. No attachments. Just a quick f**k and that’d be it. Unfortunately, even that didn’t appeal to me anymore. What the hell was wrong with me?
I arrived at my father’s house and walked right on inside. My father called out from the kitchen, “Care to tell me what’s going on with you and Brina?”
Huffing, I marched into the kitchen and found him sitting at the table with the newspaper spread out. His glare of disappointment bore right through me. “Is that why you wanted me over here? To talk about her?” I took off my tie and tossed it on the counter.
His lips pursed. “
