Weekend With Your Daddy: 5

I don’t know if Shane sees him, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t stop.

I hold Max’s gaze as I let my orgasm take me. I come so hard, I shriek, my hips jerking and shamelessly rubbing against Shane’s hand. Through it all, my ex watches with wide eyes. It’s only when I finally slump back against Shane that he curses.

“Get the fuck out of here, Max.” Shane thunders.

Max takes a step back. “Yeah. Uh.” His gaze skates over my mostly-naked body like he’s never seen me before. “I’m going to go.”

Shane lets my dress drop to cover my hips and yanks the straps up over my shoulders, marking his territory. As if Max hasn’t seen me naked more times than I can count. “Out!” he thunders.

Max finally manages to move, turning and disappearing out of the doorway.

I have the absurd urge to laugh. “Guess we don’t need to record the video after all.”

I sound strange and tinny to my own ears. This started as a revenge fuck, but actually being caught feels really weird. Not good. Just… I don’t even know.

Shane eases me off his cock and tucks himself away. “I’ll go talk to him, stay here.”

That shatters some of my eerie calm. “No, I’ve got it.”

He hesitates. “Ivy…”

“I’ve got it, this is my mess to finish.” I repeat. I climb to my feet on shaking legs and head downstairs. I appreciate that Shane wants to take this bullet for me, but I’m the one who initiated this weekend, and I’m an adult. I can handle a conversation with my ex.

Even if it’s a conversation while my pussy is still throbbing from fucking his father for two days straight. I half-expect Max to be gone, but he’s standing in the kitchen with his hands braced on the counter.

He barely looks at me as I walk through the door. “Are you happy now? Are we even?”

“Are we even? How can you even ask me that?” I wrap my arms around my waist. “How many times did you cheat on me, Max? With how many women?”

His face flushes red. “Look, I’m not proud of that, but you just fucked my dad.”

“Yeah. I did. And he's much better at it than you ever were."

Max flinches as if I’d slapped him. He looks away. “How am I supposed to know that this didn’t start before we broke up?”

The last bit of guilt I had disappears. “Because, unlike you, I was faithful. I’m not going to apologize. You hurt me when I found you with Jessica, when you just let me walk away and things ended so shitty. I wanted to hurt you back.”

“So you fucked my dad. You used him.”

“I didn't just use him...,” I say, stepping closer. I can smell the scent of Shane still on my skin, and I know Max can smell it too. “...You’re not the only one who calls him Daddy now.”

“Jesus, Ivy.” He shakes his head, looking like he can’t decide whether to laugh or start screaming at me. He finally straightens. “You know what? I deserved that.”

“Yes,” I say firmly. “You did.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I am so sorry. I didn’t want it to end like this. I don't know where we got so twisted.”

This isn’t a conversation to have in Shane’s kitchen, but I also want it over. This is the clean break that was denied me for four agonizing days while I waited for Max to call and he never did. Better to have it now and move on with our lives.

I lift my chin. “We weren’t working. We never should have gotten engaged.”

“I know,” he says softly, still not quite looking at me. “It just seemed like it was the next logical step. I don’t even know if I realized something was missing until I met Jessica and...” He flinches. “It doesn’t make what I did right.”

“No,” I agree. “It doesn’t.”

His gaze tracks to the ceiling where we can hear Shane’s footsteps. “I can’t believe you fucked my dad.”

I can’t believe I want to do more than fuck him. I don’t say it. It’s barely something I’m allowing myself to comprehend. It’s sure as hell not something for Max to know one way or another.

“I’ll box up your stuff and you can pick it up on Friday.”

I walk to where my purse sits on the counter and dig out the ring. It’s a pretty piece of jewelry, but looking at it now, it’s just another red flag. I never would have picked out a princess cut on a plain band for myself.

“Here.”

He stares at it a long time and finally takes it. “You’re being remarkably chill right now.”

“Max.” I wait for him to look at me. “You just found me fucking your father. I think I can afford to be a little chill.”

It won’t last. No matter how clean the break, how necessary, it still hurts. A lot.

He grimaces. “Yeah, well, I’m just not going to think about that too hard.” Max hesitates. “Is it just this weekend, or...”

“That’s really none of your business.”

He opens his mouth, seems to reconsider, and finally nods. “I guess it isn’t my business any more, is it?”

“Bring my stuff with you when you come to get your box of shit.”

“Sure.” He lifts his hands like he wants to hug me and stops. “Fuck, this is weird. I’m sorry. I can’t say it enough.”

Not sorry enough to have broken up with me like a normal person who’s finished with a relationship. Not sorry enough to talk to me about how unhappy he obviously was. Not sorry enough stop himself from fucking another woman while he was still engaged to me.

I draw myself up. “I think you should leave now.”

“Yeah. Right. Okay.” He drags his gaze over me one last time. “See you around, Ivy.”

“No, Max. You won’t.” I hold perfectly still as I listen to him walk down the hall and out the front door. I wait a few more moments before I slump against the counter. “Fuck.”

Somehow, I keep moving. I walk into the living room and pick up my phone. Shane didn’t orchestrate this. It was sheer dumb luck that brought Max here on a morning that started out with us pretending he’d catch us. I give a broken little laugh. “God, I’m so fucked up.”

“Ivy.”

I look up to find that Shane’s completely dressed again. He looks down the hallway, and I answer his unspoken question.

“He left. I gave him the ring back.”

He crosses to me slowly, as if I’m a deer in danger of being spooked. “Are you okay?”

“I got what I wanted, I guess.” My chest feels too tight. “Revenge. Except he didn’t really care, after his first shock, so it’s a pretty shitty revenge. He’s still going back to her. We’re still over. He’s not going to be crying over me while he’s with his new girlfriend.”

I hold up a hand before he gets too close. “I know I’m deep in the self-pity stage. Let me have it.”

“I didn’t say anything.” But he has a strange look on his face. “Ivy… What... What if we didn’t stop?”