Chapter 2

Brittany 

“Oh, shit!” I helped, pushing Andre off my body and scrambling for a towel.

Unfortunately, there was none so I made do with my hands, internally panicking.

Andre also bore the same look of horror that I felt, his mouth flopping open like a fish, with no words coming out. “Claire!”

With a choked sob, she turned around and dashed out the door.

Andre and I turned to look at each other, stunned until I nudged him go after her. “What? I can't go out looking like this!” He pointed to his naked body.

“Neither can I but we can't just let her run out of the house like this…please.” I insisted.

He pushed off the floor doing as I asked while I quickly rinsed off my body dashing across the room to pick up a bathrobe.

Now that the initial shock has worn off, I am assaulted by guilt and disgust.

I mean I always knew what I was doing was wrong but the look on our face really drove it home. 

I ran downstairs only to see her running past the garage so I doubled back and cut her off at the lawn. “Please wait, I can explain.”

She looked up and the tears streaming down her cheeks, coupled with the pain in her eyes…I tried hard not to cry. “You…you snake.”

“Claire, it's not what you think, I can explain…” I begged.

She let out a humourless laugh. “Oh, really? So I didn't see my father going down on you and you screaming at the top of your lungs in pleasure? 

Oh, my god! How could I have been so stupid…it all makes sense now, the excuses…you guys spending so much time together when I'm not there.”

“I swear that I didn't plan for this to happen, it just did.” I pleaded, even though I knew how useless my words were.

“Right, you just slipped and fell onto his dick, huh?” She angrily swipes off her tears with the back of her palm. “You know I spent days, weeks crying to you about what's going on with my life and the divorce and the entire time, you're the reason behind it!”

My heart shattered into a million pieces. “Claire…”

“I trusted you!” She tells, stabbing her finger at me. “You fucking betrayer! My whole life is shambles…how could do that to me?”

“Claire!” Andre's voice boomed, interrupting out conversation. 

Her head snapped to the side, and if I thought she was furious before, it's nothing compared to the anger that shadowed her face in the next instant. “Oh, don't fucking come near me, you pervert! You sick fuck!”

“Claire, don't you dare talk to me like that.” His hands turned to fists. “Come inside, let's talk.”

“About what?” She scoffs. “You preach about being responsible but you don't know the first thing about it!”

I meet Andre's eyes over her head and that irritated her. “So you're giving each other signals now? Fuck this!”

Before either Andre or I could move, she ran over to her father's BMW and jerked the car doors open. 

In a blink of an eye, she revved the engines and got drove out of the compound, making sure to drive past me, running the tires over a puddle and splash dirty water on me.

“Claire!” I yelled after the car.

Sighing, I tugged at my now brown robe, disgusted by the dirty water. 

“Hey, come here.” Andre tried to pull me into his arms but I shrugged him off immediately. 

‘What's wrong with you? Can't you see that your daughter is angry with both you and me?!” I stomped my foot. “Why aren't you more concerned o-or worried?”

“Because I love you.” This time, his hands clamped around my shoulders, causing him to plaster his body on mine. “I was serious about us being together and it's only a matter of time before she found out anyway.”

I desperately wanted to bury my head in the sand, look into his baby blue eyes and believe that everything was all going to be okay but I'm not that naive. “Still, what about your wife? The divorce? You said that if there's any evidence of fowl play or-”

“Let me worry about that, not you.” He smiled, planting an open-mouthed kiss on my forehead. “And for your correction, it's soon to be ex-wife.”

Biting down on my lower lip, I couldn't help but shake this feeling that everything's not gonna be okay like he said.

“Andre-”

His eyes darkened as he leaned closer, placing a finger on my mouth. “Uh-uh, what did I say you call me when we're alone?”

My body tingled with heat. “Daddy?”

“Urgh…” A guttural groan tore from his chest. “Yes, baby?”

My mind spaced for a second and Andre took advantage of that, tucking his hands under my legs and carrying me bridal style.

“Andre, what are you doing?!” I shriek, dangling my legs in the air.

“Finishing what we started, baby.” he chuckled, heading straight for the front door.

I shook my head in bemusement. His daughter just found out about us and his brain goes straight to sex?

Men…

I wasn't any better though as I just waited for him to cross that threshold and pounce on me, instead of dissuading him.

He strode over to the loveseat couch, sliding me down his body before pushing me back to the couch.

Propped up on my elbows, I looked up at him with hooded eyes, only for the the door knob to  flip.

My eyes widened and instantly, I jerked up to my feet, coming to stand behind Andre.

I had no idea who it was as Claire would have just barged right in.

The door opening seemed to take several minutes but in reality, it was only seconds.

It swung inwards to reveal Leila, the last person I was expecting to see.

She took one look at us and wasn't in the least bit surprised.

“So it's true?” Those cold grey eyes moved over to me. “You're the whore that's fucking my husband?”