Page 72 of Sexting His Son's Ex
Without saying another word, I reach down and grab one of the barstool legs, then slide her to me. Jovie yelps, steadying herself so she doesn’t fall. When her shoulder touches mine, I stop, then grunt my approval before taking a sip of coffee.
She giggles and blushes, smiling around the piece of bacon she bites into.
This.I love this. I want to spend every morning with her for the rest of my life.
Someone comes into the kitchen from another entrance. I look up, my heart stopping when I see Luca. He’s wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants.
That’s it.
He must not see Jovie yet. I block her the best I can, but she gasps for breath, her hand squeezing my knee.
“Morning, Dad.”
“I thought you were staying in the other apartment.”
“Decided to come home.” He looks over, his hair messy from sleep, and his eyes widen when he sees Jovie. “Jovie, what are you—” He trails off, his gaze dropping to where her hand is on my knee. “How…” The questions build in his eyes, the connections are made, and when realization hits him, rage morphs his features into someone I don’t recognize.
The mug drops in his hand, shattering on the floor. Luca paces, every hateful glare torn between me and Jovie.
“Is this what you wanted, Jovie? Did you ever really want me, or did you use me to get close to my father?” He sneers, swiping the bowl of fruit off the counter.
Jovie jumps when the bowl shatters against the wall.
“Enough, Luca,” I warn, wrapping an arm around Jovie’s shoulders.
His eyes narrow, sliding from me to Jovie, then he points at me, yet glares at her. “You’re fucking him, aren’t you? Aren’t you!” He roars, slamming his fist on the counter. “You’ll fuck my old man, but you won’t fuck me? You’re nothing but a whore. I bet so many have had your pussy. I’m fucking glad I never touched it. You are a fucking lying slut, Jovie.”
I stand so fast, the barstool falls to the floor. I’m around the kitchen island, snag my son by his shirt, then drag him to the next room.
Slamming him against the wall, I sneer down at him, keeping a tight hold of his shoulders so he can’t move.
I drop my voice to the deadly tone I use before I shoot someone between their eyes. “You won’t ever talk about her like that again. How dare you speak to her in that way when the whore here is you.Youare the one who cheated on her. Jov ie is good. She is kind. She deserves someone to worship the ground she walks on. And you have the audacity to speak to her that way? I should remove your tongue so you can never speak to another woman like that again. You don’t deserve her when you think you can treat people that way. Jovie is mine now. She always has been whether you like it or not. I’ll treat her better than you ever did. You clearly didn’t know what you had.”
He tries to push me away, but I slam him against the wall again, shaking the artwork hanging next to us.
“You don’t get to treat people like that. You don’t love her. You never appreciated her. She was someone you wanted to fuck and that’s it. You’re blaming her for your bad behavior, and I don’t know where the fuck you learned to treat women that way, but it wasn’t from me. You cast her away as if she were nothing. I won’t apologize for loving her in a way you never could. If you have a problem with it, you can leave. Whatever issues you have, figure them out because you’re ruining everything around you.”
“Fuck. You.” Luca shoves me hard enough that I stumble backwards. He rams his shoulder into mine, running up the steps towards his room. “Fuck this house and fuck this family. The only back you ever had was someone you could lay flat anyway.”
“Luca!” I shout at the top of my lungs. “We aren’t done here!” He knows after his mother died, I never took another to bed. I’m not sure why he would say anything like that.
Jovie tiptoes in the room, tears running down her cheeks, and her arms wrapped around her waist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause drama. I shouldn’t be here, Santino. This… this isn’t right. This was wrong of us. He’s your son. What were we thinking?”
“I’m thinking I love you and that’s all that matters to me,” I admit, taking her into my arms. “We’ll figure this out.”
As I speak the words for the first time in my life, I’m not sure if I believe them. Luca’s anger is dangerous and can’t be trusted, but I also understand if he can’t trust me. Regardless of the reasons, I fell in love with his ex, and all I can do is hope in time that he can forgive me for that.
He never loved Jovie or he wouldn’t have cheated. He’s only mad because Jovie was his safety net, the girl he thought would always be there due to his bad behavior.
I kill people for betraying me.
Will Luca do the same? Like father, like son, isn’t that way they say?
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JOVIE
One Month Later…
