dn’t mean to do anything with your daughter. I’ve resisted it. I’ve known that you wouldn’t like it.”
“Damn right,” he spits like he’s tasted something foul. “I’ve been right there with you as you’ve fucked dozens if not hundreds of women. Hell, I don’t know if you have syphilis or something. You never got married.”
“I get regular check-ups for STDs.”
He struggles beneath me, but I’m pretty fucking heavy.
“You asshole,” he hisses. “My daughter’s a virgin and you’re the furthest thing from it.”
I knew he’d be outraged. I expected it. But that comment hits home, because I believe the same thing: she should have sex for the first time with some boy who is madly in love with her, not some jaded adult who spends too much time in his office.
I stand up and roll him to his front, yanking him to his feet. He puts a hand on my shoulder to steady himself.
“Leave. Now. And maybe then you’ll still have a few teeth.”
I look him in the face. I don’t want to make this situation any worse than it already is.
“I’ll leave for now.”
He just shakes his head and goes back into the restaurant. I think about Camilla. My phone is in my suit jacket pocket, so I can’t text her before I go. My car keys are in my pants. I need to get out of here before Jack changes his mind and attacks me again. The only reason I didn’t really fight back was because I knew it would hurt her. He might be my best friend, but even he doesn’t get a free pass.
I toss my keys in the air and catch them. I’ll come back for her later.
To-Go
Camilla
My dad walks back into the restaurant. His hair is a mess. Link isn’t with him.
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