She just tried to conceal the mark on her skin, not wanting her father to notice what was happening underneath his roof. She was sure that her father would never approve of what she had been doing.
She knew that her father had learned to love Brad liked a son. She would be in big trouble once her father learned about what she had done.
"Hello, sweetheart." A familiar voice spoke behind her as she walked in the hallway towards the dining area. "You look ravishing tonight."
He could not stop himself from riling her up. He liked it when she was a bit wild and angry. That was the only time that he could incite some reaction from her.
"Are you crazy? You put a hickey on my shoulder. Don't you think my father will not notice that?" She hissed at him. She wanted to slap him for what he did, but she did not want to draw attention to the other people around them.
