Page 166 of Heartless Sinner

Thirty-Seven

Brooks

My mom slapped her hand over her eyes. “Oh my God.”

I didn’t dare move because then Daphne would be left uncovered. But it was obvious it was her.

My mom backed out of the room and shut the door behind her.

Daphne’s eyes went wide with panic as she slowly withdrew from me. I slammed my eyes shut as the cold hit my cock, already missing her warm, wet pussy.

“She’s going to tell your dad,” Daphne said as she pushed herself upright.

I hated how she tugged her dress back down to cover herself. She scooted to the head of the bed and pulled the blanket over herself while waiting for my response.

I dragged a shaky hand over my face, trying to stay calm for her sake while internally freaking the fuck out. “I’m going to go talk to her.”

Daphne didn’t say a word, only stared at the wall in front of her as I hurriedly got dressed.

“Be right back,” I told her.

She only nodded.

I walked down the hallway, barefoot, nodding toward a few government officials as I passed, then knocked on my mom’s bedroom door.

My parents had slept in separate bedrooms for as long as I could remember. It was one of the reasons I refused to enter that kind of arrangement with Rachel. My parents didn’t love each other. Some days, I wondered if they even liked each other.

She answered in her pajamas, her face flushed and eyes glossy, as though seeing me with Daphne had made her cry.

She stepped aside to let me in, then retreated to the middle of the room before gesturing for me to close the door. Her bedding was turned down for the night, an old I Love Lucy episode playing in the background, and the drapes were drawn shut, like always. She valued her privacy.

Her voice shook when she spoke. “Do you know how much trouble she’ll get in—not you, her—if anyone finds her here?”

My throat grew dry at the truth. “I’m being careful.”

She violently shook her head. “Careful or not, people come and go in this place all the damn time, Brooks. Not to mention, your father is here this weekend.”

“I chose her as my Fawn.” It was time I told her. I’d been stupid, thinking she wouldn’t find out.

She winced. “No, you can’t do that.”

I tried to keep my tone as level as I could, sounding more like my father than I liked. “It’s already done.”

“Your father didn’t fight it?”

I shook my head. She nodded in understanding. While she and my father weren’t in love, they knew each other extremely well. She had campaigned for him, helped him win the presidency, and knew how he operated.

She thrust her finger in the air. “Don’t you dare put her through the hell you promised him you would.”

I crossed my arms. “Why do you stick up for her and Marjorie so much?”

“There’s a lot of history between our families.” She crossed the room, taking my hands in hers. “Please, get her out of here, Brooks. I’ll find a hotel room where you can take her. This can’t make the news, especially now that your father brokered that marriage arrangement with Sterling Beckett.”

Too late for that.

I was sure he’d find out what I’d done at the club. Hopefully, I’d be back at SVU by then.

“If Daphne leaves, then I leave,” I told her.