17. Don't Play Games

Hunter

I quickly whipped my head towards McKenna, doing my best to prevent myself from stealing more glances at Tatiana. I mean, who could blame me?

Tatiana looked like a stone-cold fox in her black dress, which hugged her form perfectly. It showcased just the right amount of curves to be tantalizing without being too much for even my own mind to handle. She was even showing off her long legs I used to admire.

And I knew she did that on purpose just to mess with my mind. That's what she always did. She knew all my weaknesses and how to use them against me.

Dustin had already left, so it was just the three of us. I tried to focus on the conversation with my daughter, but every time Tatiana looked at me, it felt like her eyes wrapped around me, pulling me in like a gravitational force I couldn't resist. McKenna's voice, on the other hand, became background noise, a mere echo to the magnetic pull Tatiana had on me.

Goddammit, Hunter, pull yourself together!

McKenna, oblivious to the sil