ASTRID
It’s Dad. s**t. I panic looking at Jordan. He sees it too. My first thought is to ignore the call because there’s no way I’m letting Dad get in the way of this sweet moment.
Sorry Dad, I love you, but this right here is a priority. However, Jordan doesn’t share my thoughts as he motions for me to answer it.
Wait. What?
“Go ahead.” He says, seemingly in his element, unlike the man raking havoc on my inside.
“It’s my dad! And…. I can’t… answer it, not when you’re…”
“Answer the call, Astrid.” It’s an order with a note of finality in it.
This is insane, especially since I can’t stop moaning while he’s finger f*****g me.
I pull out my trembling finger from my fold and he doesn’t stop. I pick up the phone with a trembling hand.
Any attempts of sucking in oxygen vanish when he sl
