13

When I woke up the next morning, Jake was gone and there was a dull ache in my chest. The bed was cold so I knew he barely slept in it. I hated the fact that we had to hide and sneak around but I knew the news would not go down well with my father.

I pulled myself out of bed and went on with my day as usual hoping to see him downstairs. By the time I got down the stairs, he was seated next to my father and they were laughing about something. Both men were dressed in suits and ready for work and they were drinking coffee.

Jake saw me first. He ran his eyes down my outfit and I could just tell the kind of thoughts going on in his mind as he watched me over the rim of his mug. I mentally patted myself on the back for choosing the pantsuit and when I walked past him, I knew his hands itched to grab a fistful of my ass.

I kissed the top of my father’s head and went into the kitchen where Alana was busy buttering a toast for me. I thanked her as she handed me the complete breakfast tray but