Ditched Cheating Alpha, I Led My Daughter to Life's Peak novel Chapter 234

He groans from underneath me, turning his head in the other direction. "You're worse than Krys."

"Yeah, yeah." I lean my head against his, getting even more comfortable. "I hope that's a compliment."

"It's not."

"I'm telling." I cover my mouth, trying not to yawn.

"Just give in to the sleep," he all but screams at me.

"No," I click on another video.

Somewhere in between, "mother-trucker that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick" and "watch your profanity," I pass out.

In the back of my mind, I feel the sheets move over me. The pillow adjust under my head. My phone slip from my hands. But these are just afterthoughts in comparison to the overwhelming warmth that surrounds me.

And the warmth is nothing in comparison to how cold and alone I feel when I wake up to find no trace of him. Did I dream the whole thing? My question is answered when I find myself snuggled inside an oversized, grey hoodie.

"I'm heading out now," I say to my family, putting away the last of the dishes.

Megan and Charlie already ran off to play, but Dad raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

I nod.

"Why?"

"My thoughts exactly," Mom says. "Don't you usually do homework on Sunday mornings? Homework you should've done days ago?"

The shade! "I've got a date with Carson," I say matter-of-factly. It feels good to not be lying to my family for once.

Mom shakes her head, smiling. "Okay. As long as you get your homework done later. And keep your grades up."

"As long as you..." Dad adjusts his tie. "Back in my day, we finished our homework before our dates."

"Oh here he goes," Mom says, mouthing silently, 'And we didn't go on dates.'

"And we didn't go on dates!" Dad booms. "We didn't even look at each other until we were married. Sometimes not even after that."

Mom looks at him incredulously. I try not to laugh.

"You better be back before dinner, young lady," Dad says.

"Yes, Dad," I say.

He crosses his arms. "And remember, the weekend doesn't dictate your curfew. I do."

What curfew? I shake my head. He's being ridiculous.

Michael eggs him on. "Did you hear what he's taking her to do, Dad?"

"What...?" Dad furrows his brow.

I glare at Michael. "Stop."

"Trespass through the school," Michael smirks.

"What?" Dad screams.

Mom doesn't like the sound of that either.