annoyance. “Fine. I’ll go.”
I put her jacket over her shoulders and we left the house. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I felt compelled to intervene. I couldn’t help but wonder if my dad would still be doing this if he knew the truth about my mother. Maybe I should just tell him. What if he fell in love with this woman and he never got back together with my mom? I had to do something. I had to tell him.
We got a table in the corner so I could see the entire restaurant. If he sat anywhere, I’d see him.
Scarlet looked pissed from across the table. “We shouldn’t be here.”
I ignored her.
She tried a different tactic. She trailed her fingers over the top of my hand. “Let’s have sex in the car.”
“Not right now.”
She sighed. “You’re too far gone.”
“I’m going to tell him about my mom.”
She gave me a firm look. “Your mom said no, Sean.”
“I don’t care. What if he falls in love with this lady?”
“After one date?” she asked incredulously. “And Andrew made it sound like there wouldn’t be a second one.”
‘That’s not the point,” I hissed. “He shouldn’t be on a date.”
She sighed and leaned back. “I give up. We could be having sex all over the house but you’d rather spy on your dad, a grown man.”
I ignored her and watched the entrance.
I finally spotted my dad walk in with a pretty brunette. She held herself like someone who had lived many years, but she still looked fairly young. By my guess, she was a few years younger than my dad. The fact she was attractive irritated me.
My father pulled out the chair for her then sat beside her, being a gentleman, like always.
“Jackass,” I muttered.
Scarlet turned around watched their table. “Sean, we’re spying. It’s wrong.”
I drank my wine and watched them like a hawk.
The waitress took our order and I picked the first thing I saw on the menu, not wanting to take my eyes off my dad.
“What are you expecting to see? Them going at it on the table?” Scarlet asked.
“I’d better not see that.” The woman was sitting next to him at the square table, not directly across from him. I didn’t like how close she was. She held her back perfectly straight and kept smiling at him. Her hair was lustrous and silky. My dad stared at her face and nodded every so often when she said something.
I didn’t like her.
Then she placed her hand on his thigh under the table. My dad’s eyes widened slightly but he hid his surprise quickly. And he didn’t push her hand away.
“Bitch,” I muttered.
“What?” Scarlet asked.
“She has her hand on his thigh. Slut.”
She raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like she’s giving him a handy under the table.”
I didn’t want to yell at my wife but it was hard not to. I knew she was trying to be logical, but I was too upset to listen. “Could you just be quiet for a little while?”
She glared at me with venom before she shut her mouth and avoided my look.
I knew I’d pay for that later.
I kept watching my dad. When they had their dinner, she stuck her fork into his steak and ate off his plate. The more I watched them, the more I realized this wasn’t a first date. “They aren’t acting like they just met each other.”
Scarlet gave me a look of hatred but didn’t speak.
“She’s eating off his plate and touching him like they’ve already fucked.” My brain was in overdrive. “Shit, do you think they’ve been fucking for a while? What if that’s the real reason my dad wanted the divorce? What if he was cheating on my mom?”
“Sean, do you have any idea how crazy you sound? That theory goes against everything your father stands for. It doesn’t even match his character. And he’s home all day and night with me. When he would he have time to have a woman on the side?”
“Well, he’s acting like he knows her pretty damn well.”
“Maybe they used to go out a long time ago,” she reasoned.
I shook my head. “Since
I put her jacket over her shoulders and we left the house. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I felt compelled to intervene. I couldn’t help but wonder if my dad would still be doing this if he knew the truth about my mother. Maybe I should just tell him. What if he fell in love with this woman and he never got back together with my mom? I had to do something. I had to tell him.
We got a table in the corner so I could see the entire restaurant. If he sat anywhere, I’d see him.
Scarlet looked pissed from across the table. “We shouldn’t be here.”
I ignored her.
She tried a different tactic. She trailed her fingers over the top of my hand. “Let’s have sex in the car.”
“Not right now.”
She sighed. “You’re too far gone.”
“I’m going to tell him about my mom.”
She gave me a firm look. “Your mom said no, Sean.”
“I don’t care. What if he falls in love with this lady?”
“After one date?” she asked incredulously. “And Andrew made it sound like there wouldn’t be a second one.”
‘That’s not the point,” I hissed. “He shouldn’t be on a date.”
She sighed and leaned back. “I give up. We could be having sex all over the house but you’d rather spy on your dad, a grown man.”
I ignored her and watched the entrance.
I finally spotted my dad walk in with a pretty brunette. She held herself like someone who had lived many years, but she still looked fairly young. By my guess, she was a few years younger than my dad. The fact she was attractive irritated me.
My father pulled out the chair for her then sat beside her, being a gentleman, like always.
“Jackass,” I muttered.
Scarlet turned around watched their table. “Sean, we’re spying. It’s wrong.”
I drank my wine and watched them like a hawk.
The waitress took our order and I picked the first thing I saw on the menu, not wanting to take my eyes off my dad.
“What are you expecting to see? Them going at it on the table?” Scarlet asked.
“I’d better not see that.” The woman was sitting next to him at the square table, not directly across from him. I didn’t like how close she was. She held her back perfectly straight and kept smiling at him. Her hair was lustrous and silky. My dad stared at her face and nodded every so often when she said something.
I didn’t like her.
Then she placed her hand on his thigh under the table. My dad’s eyes widened slightly but he hid his surprise quickly. And he didn’t push her hand away.
“Bitch,” I muttered.
“What?” Scarlet asked.
“She has her hand on his thigh. Slut.”
She raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like she’s giving him a handy under the table.”
I didn’t want to yell at my wife but it was hard not to. I knew she was trying to be logical, but I was too upset to listen. “Could you just be quiet for a little while?”
She glared at me with venom before she shut her mouth and avoided my look.
I knew I’d pay for that later.
I kept watching my dad. When they had their dinner, she stuck her fork into his steak and ate off his plate. The more I watched them, the more I realized this wasn’t a first date. “They aren’t acting like they just met each other.”
Scarlet gave me a look of hatred but didn’t speak.
“She’s eating off his plate and touching him like they’ve already fucked.” My brain was in overdrive. “Shit, do you think they’ve been fucking for a while? What if that’s the real reason my dad wanted the divorce? What if he was cheating on my mom?”
“Sean, do you have any idea how crazy you sound? That theory goes against everything your father stands for. It doesn’t even match his character. And he’s home all day and night with me. When he would he have time to have a woman on the side?”
“Well, he’s acting like he knows her pretty damn well.”
“Maybe they used to go out a long time ago,” she reasoned.
I shook my head. “Since
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