Daddy’s Good Girl
I licked my lips and he hissed, reaching down to kiss me when Oliver threw a glass to the ground looking like he would cry.
“I am right here,” He whimpered and Isaiah groaned, stepping towards him.
“Fuck, Olly, I… We should talk about this,”
“There's nothing to talk about,” He cried, tears streaming down his face.
“Oliver, come on,” His aunt walked over to him quickly and hugged him while shooting glares at me. Whatever triumph I felt from showing her Isaiah was mine, melted at the sight of Oliver crying.
Oh God, what was I thinking?
“Oliver, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for and-”