Page 71 of Love Unexpected
“I didn’t touch her until she turned eighteen. You don’t have to believe it, but it’s the truth.”
“Whether or not it’s the truth is irrelevant, all that’s important is what people will believe. And these pictures will ruin you. If not for the mere fact that you were banging a student, but the fact that she’s your dead wife’s daughter? Your reputation is finished. No school will hire you. You’ll be lucky if you stay off a sex offender registry.”
“Stassi would never lie and you can’t prove that any of these pictures happened before she was eighteen.” My palms are starting to sweat and my heart is racing, but I’m trying to remain cool and unbothered by this asshole who seems to be gearing up to blackmail me.
“These pictures will ruin your life, Callahan. Hers too. Is that what you want for her?”
“Is that whatyouwant? You’re that angry that she turned you down to buy her an apartment you’re willing to humiliate her? These pictures will destroy her too, Micah.”
“Collateral damage.” He shrugs. “She’ll move on from these. Her reputation might be a little tarnished, but people will move on. You, however, are finished here.”
“Collateral damage? Do you hear yourself? That’s your daughter.”
“No, as you both have made it so clear. That’syourdaughter. One you’ve chosen to fuck as some sort of sick twisted game I’m sure.”
“It’s not at all like that.”
“Wow, spoken like a true pervert.” He shoves the pictures against my chest. “These are yours. Trust me, I have copies.”
“What do you want?” I ask him, knowing there is no sum of money too big to get him the fuck out of Stassi’s life.
“I already told you. End it with Stassia. It’s going to ruin her life. Whatever this fucked up affair is? It’s done. Effective now.”
“You do not have a say in that whatsoever.”
“Fine. Don’t do it.” He shrugs. “I’ll just release these pictures to the entire school board. Maybe send them to some shady nerd who codes who can sneak them onto Stassia’s high school website so the whole world can see she’s been riding the Principal’s dick for good grades.” He claps his hand and points at me. “And if that’s not a big deal to you, I’ll send them to Angela’s parents and yours as well. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled that you’re fucking their granddaughter.”
“Micah…”
“For you to defile her in a car like this, Dominic.” He tsks at me. “She deserves better than that.”
“How long were you following us?”
“Long enough. That night I called Stassi and she said she was out; my Private Investigator had followed you guys there and said you two looked…close. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but then he spelled it out for me when he spotted you two at the bar, a second away from kissing. He followed you to your car and called me the second she climbed into your lap. I told him to hang up and take as many pictures as he could. This went on until well…” He points at the most recent picture. It is one taken just yesterday morning. We were on the back deck having woken up early to watch the sun rise and she’d climbed into my lap just before she’d pressed her lips to mine. We’d kissed until our lips were raw, whispering how much we loved each other between kisses and how nothing would change even after Stassia left.
She’d rubbed against me until we both came in our clothes, and this picture was a very aggressive shot of our dry humping.
Fuck.
“Micah…I can’t say goodbye to her. I know you don’t support it, but I love her.”
“You loved her as a daughter, you sick fuck! My daughter.”
“Don’t start that shit, Micah, because you and I both know it’s a tired argument.”
“So, you decided you raised her enough. She was eighteen, now you could fuck her? What kind of logic? You’re right, I’m kind of shit at it. But I don’t think that’s how parenting works, Dominic. You don’t love her. You love her body. You love that she’s Angela part two. You love that she gets on her knees and does whatever you want blindly because she’s young and desperate for love and attention from a man due to Daddy issues.” He puts a hand up. “And before you say it, yes, I know that stems from me. But you’re helping her have a whole different wealth of them. You’re what forty something? She’s eighteen and you’re talking to me about love? Fuck off. You’re a sick fucking pervert, and I should have you arrested. I’m friends with the Chief of Police, so I just might if you don’t toe the mother fucking line, Callahan, so help me.”
“I can’t just break up with her. It will crush her.”
“She will move on. With someone appropriate. Hell, literally anyone in the world would be a better choice than you. Tell her she has to go. She has to move out now.”
“Now?”
“I don’t want her in the same house as you.”
“No, I’m not going to make her leave her house. This is her home.”
“That she built with her mom and her stepfather. Yes, truly a family house. Have I thanked you yet for taking such good care of the only woman I ever lovedandmy daughter? You really deserve both father and husband of the year.”