Sitting with my father felt strange. The last time we had sat together, just the two of us, we had been in his office when I came begging for his help with mom. Now, I was sitting comfortably while he seemed oddly tense. All the more, I was anxious to know what this was all about.
He stayed silent, observing me. He stared at my black Versace blazer and my delicate makeup. His lips pursed as he noticed the change. Not the clothes or makeup, but the confidence. The confidence I was lacking when I kept on licking his and Becky's ass the last time I was in their house. I was no longer the scared girl he used to repair his company's image. He must have known that before inviting me here. He witnessed it first hand at the wedding. It visibly made him agitated, maybe triggered his irritation. Well, I wasn't going to make this conversation any easier for him.
I leaned back in my seat and fixed my eyes on him. "Well?"
