Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Lottie,” he yells, and just as I go to walk away the front door opens.
Shit! Why didn’t I lock it?
Father steps into the doorway, so I can’t close it. “You shut the door in my face?” he asks, clearly angry.
“You deserve that and a whole lot more,” I spit back at him, taking another drink from my vodka bottle.
“This is what’s become of you?” He nods to the bottle in hand. “You drink now?”
“I always drank. But you’ve never stopped for one minute to take notice of me,” I say with an eye roll. “Oh, that’s right… I was never marrying the right man or looking the part you desperately wanted me to play.”
“Lottie…”
I hold my hand up and shake my head. “If you’re going to spew your lies at me, you better make them good. Otherwise, this vodka will end up all over you.”
“Where’s your husband?”
I laugh at him. “You mean my fake husband?” He looks at me, confusion plastered all over his face. “Carry on, you don’t have long, my patience has already gone.”
“You were never meant to find out.”
“No, I believe if I hadn’t found out you would have never told me, am I right?” I spit that last bit right back at him and take another big mouthful of vodka.
“Will you just put the damn vodka down so we can talk?”
I shake my head. “Carry on… with your lies.”
“So, you’re just going to take his word for it? Over your own father?”
I scoff at him. “You pretty much admitted it to me on the phone, Father. Who do you think I am?” I ask, shaking my head. “You need to leave. I have to pack up and move. And you being here isn’t helping or getting it done quicker.”
“Why are you moving?”
“Why did you have an affair?”
“Your mother left me. I met Katrina, and it was instant. I loved her. We even planned on keeping the baby. I was going to tell you, but it all happened so fast. The baby died. Katrina fell apart. And then your mother asked me to come back, so I did. It was good for my business to be seen as a family man.”
As he finishes talking, the door flings open, and Whiskey walks in with my purse in his hand. He pauses, and when he sees my father, both of them straighten their backs.
Another mental note: Lock the damn door.
“Gerald,” Whiskey says with anger seething from the single word.
“What’s going on with you and my daughter?”
Whiskey’s eyes flick to me.
I lift the bottle of vodka, nodding to him, then take another sip, “I will not be around you when I’m drunk, Whiskey, you may record me again.” It’s going to my head, and I’m well on my way to being drunk.
“She was a very sweet form of revenge,” he says, his eyes leaving mine to look to my father.
“Revenge?”
“You ruined my life. Ruined my family’s life and killed my father.”
My father doesn’t even flinch. “Your father did that to himself.”
“He came to see you before it happened.”
“He did,” my father replies. “And I will tell you the same thing I told him. I loved your mother, but sometimes love isn’t enough.”
Whiskey’s eyes flick to me.
“Yeah, love is never enough,” I muse.
“Lies,” Whiskey says back to me.
“Why is she saying this marriage is fake?” my father asks.
“I blackmailed her into marrying me so I could take your most prized possession and ruin it like you ruined mine.”
I gasp at his words.
Father takes a step forward to me. “You blackmailed my daughter?”
“You should leave, Gerald.”
“No. I want to know what you did to her and how this will effect me.”
“He taped me having sex with him,” I say as I wave the bottle of vodka. “While I was tipsy, or drunk, not sure which anymore.”
Whiskey didn’t think I would say it, but honestly, my care factor has gone.
Completely.
Out the window with any semblance of self-respect that I had with it.
“You what,” my father screams, turning his angry eyes to Whiskey who is staring at me.
I shrug, watching the two of them, lifting the bottle to my lips to cover my smirk.
“This is what you blackmailed her with to marry you?”
“Don’t act like you care, Father. I know you don’t. I destroyed the evidence today. You are fine,” I say with an eye roll.
He turns to face me, his hand running through his hair. “Of course I care, Lottie. I’ve always been the one to care. To take care of you, make sure you have everything you need. And this is how you repay me?”
My back hits the wall, dizziness taking over me. “You’re a superb liar.” I take another sip from the vodka bottle.
“You’ve had enough, don’t you think?” Whiskey says.
“You can leave now,” I wave Whiskey off, then look to my father. “You can leave too.”