“PCP?” Father looked up at me where I stood, rooted to one spot.
“Oh, my God! Are you serious?” This was just too much! Did he really think so little of me? Or was this just a way for him to distract me from the truth? Fucking hell!
“You’ve been very aggressive lately. Not to mention paranoid and unpredictable.”
“I see…” I walked over to him. He flinched in his chair. “I didn’t know you even knew the different narcotics. Did Jenna teach you? Her drug of preference was coke when Ronan and I used to have a threesome with her. You should try it with her sometime. Yeah, she had a taste for the white stuff. Made her real horny.”
That got his attention.
“Shut up, James! She told me how you corrupted her.” His expression changed from tired to enraged in a heartbeat.
“What? Oh, so now she’s the victim, is it?” My laughter came out as a dry chuckle, punctuated by a snort. “Was that before or after I caught you two fucking while I was engaged to her?”
