He knew his father well enough that his outward calm was just masking the rage he felt inside. Jayden poured himself a generous drink and continued, "I apologize for offending you with Abigail. I honestly didn't think you were serious about her.
I was a less than adequate father when your mother was alive, I doubt very much I'd be a good one now." "You did all right by me until you made a move toward my fiancé," Owen said with unsuppressed anger. "I am sorry son.
It won't happen again." He swallowed the contents of his glass, but his eyes remained on Owen. "We'll leave today. I don't want to make that precious little thing more frightened of me. I heard what you said about loving her." "I do." He answered without hesitation.
"I envy that. There was only one true love in my life, and she died." He sighed, "I hope in time you can forgive me. In all my selfishness I overlooked your happiness." Owen only nodded as his father turned to leave.
Then his posture relaxed somewhat, "Dad?" Jayden turned back to him with a hopeful expression. Owen hadn't called him 'Dad' since he was a teenager. "Yes." "Maybe you should phone Alice more often."
"Okay." With a small smile of appreciation, he was gone. Abigail had spent a lot of time in the bathroom trying to recover from what she overheard and the sickness. She'd never been sick in her life like that.
Even when she had the stomach flu it never made her throw up like that. She was sure there was nothing left in her gut. She took a moment to splash some water on her face and run a wet cloth over her forehead. That news upset her. She wasn't used to such dysfunction. It was no wonder Owen thought that Alice needed her.
Now she understood why that was. When Abigail came out of the bathroom Kylie was waiting for her. It looked as if she was crying. "Hot young thing my ass." "W—what?"
"Did Owen tell you that he let me go down on him?" Abigail's mouth fell open and she grabbed the doorframe of the bathroom, "Are you mentally ill?" That familiar feeling of bile rising into her throat was starting again. Kylie lifted her chin, "I can see that he didn't.
If you had, you'd understand how much he moaned when I did it to him." "Lord! Just stop!" "He's built just right isn't he Abigail. All hard muscle…all over." "you are sick…sick…" People like this didn't exist, though Abigail. "His father and he are alike in that way."
She made a crude gesture with her hands. "I wonder if he thinks of me when he's with you. Did he tell you that I was his first? That's a hard level to measure up to." She lied boldly. Abigail didn't say another word and pushed past her, rushing up the stairs to her room.