#Chapter17

The dad.

I walked up to my house, with anger in my vein. Fuck him and his sexy god body that fell out of heaven.

I yelled profanities that aren't good to hear at 9 am in front of my house, letting out my fury.

"You fucking asshole, fuck you!" At the same time, the door opened and showed my dad wearing shorts and a croissant in between his mouth. Even though he's 36, my dad still had the abs that could show off his hotness, if only he can pass over my mom's jealousy because she's damn jealous when a woman eye sex him. But then I understand...