~Alisson

“Come on, babe,” Ron said, tugging me toward the dining room like I was about to meet a celebrity and not his notoriously hot father.

Brent was already at the head of the table, sipping something neat from a crystal tumbler. When he looked up and saw us, his lips curled into something between a smile and a smirk.

“Allison.” His voice echoed deeply in the room. It was never calm but commanding like in a “be a good girl and get on your knees” deep.

I felt it in my thighs.

I smiled and stepped forward, keeping my dress from riding up too high. “Happy birthday, Mr. Connor.”...