Page 10 of My Boyfriend's Protective Daddy
By the time Zane steps out into the courtyard, dressed like he is there for a workout himself, Cassie has her shorts on and her sports bra pulled down, but her hair is mussed, and she has that I just had sex flush to her cheeks. Zane’s not stupid and I’m sure he’s going to know exactly what was happening. But then I see her eyes grow wide as her mouth falls open, and the blood drains from her face. She looks like she’s just seen a ghost. When I turn to Zane, I see his expression mirrors hers almost exactly.
“Zane,” I stammer. “I didn’t know you were stopping by.”
“What the fuck is this?” he demands, his expression of shock quickly morphing into one of pure rage.
“Zane, take it easy,” I say. “It’s just a bit of bad timing. It’s nothing?—”
“Nothing? Nothing?” he shouts. “You fucking my girlfriend is nothing?”
The blood drains from my own face this time as I stare at him. His eyes narrow and he clenches his jaw, his hands curling into fists at his sides.
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“This is Cassie,” he spits. “This is my girlfriend, Dad.”
I turn to Cassie and her expression hasn’t changed a bit. If anything, the expression of horror on her face has only deepened. Her eyes shimmer with tears that spill from the corners of her eyes and race down her face. I turn back to my son, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Your girlfriend?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he growls. “That girl you’re fucking is my girlfriend.”
6
CASSIE
It’s like I’ve gone from the most unimaginable high to the most incredible low in the span of one heartbeat. Seeing Zane standing there has my head spinning, and I’m choking, drowning in disbelief. This has to be the stupidest, most unbelievable coincidence in history. Cash looks at me, his eyes filled with the same shock and incredulity that’s mirrored in mine.
“Cash, Zane is your son?” I ask, my voice trembling as hard as my body.
He nods. “And he is your boyfriend?”
“Was. I broke up with him,” I say quickly then add for Zane’s benefit. “I’m your ex-girlfriend, Zane.”
“Is this why you wouldn’t fuck me? Because you’ve been fucking him this whole time? Is that it, Cassie?” he screeches.
“Zane, don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t know Cash was your father,” I reply indignantly. “He gave me a job and a place to stay?—”
“And so what? You’re fucking him to say thank you?”
“I had no idea she was your ex. This is all just a misunderstanding,” Cash says.
“Right. And I’m supposed to believe that?”
“Zane, you never told me a thing about your girlfriend,” Cash replies. “How in the fuck was I supposed to know?—”
“Shut up. Just shut up,” he snaps. “You know, I should have known that you’d be a piece of shit. I should have known that meeting you would be a big fucking mistake. Mom never told me about you for a fucking reason, and I never should have come looking for you in the first place.”
Cash looks wounded by his son’s words and my heart breaks for him. “Zane,” he says. “That’s not fair. You know I?—”
“I don’t give a shit what you think!” Zane screams.
“He’s your father, Zane. Have a little respect,” I say.
“He’s not my father. He’s nothing to me.”
The hurt, rage, and disgust on his face are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, and it terrifies me. In that moment, I realize I truly don’t know what he’s capable of. He turns his narrow, fury-filled face to me.
“And you’re less than nothing to me,” he growls. “You’re nothing but a filthy whore?—”
