8. You should be in this business, dear.’ ‘I would be if you helped to escalate my advance in your company.’ ‘I’m taking you there sweetie, ...lthough it may not be the route of your choice. Harry is staying where he is and that means you have to decide whether to stay where you are.’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Perhaps I could put you in charge of the relocation project – you could start this month as project manager, to liaise between the developer and the CEO of Sentinel Print.’ ‘I have no wish to swing around. " You fucking slut" I said, as I started to thrust in and out, nearly pulling right out, then pushing all the way back in.I reached round and grabbed her hair "You cock whore. What are you?" I growled, as she started lifting her hips to meet my thrusts." I`m you`re cock whore. I`m always ready for you. I`m yours. Faster. Please. Faster"The bed strings were squeaking. The headboard was banging against the wall. I pulled at her hair as she kissed and bit my neck. Her breathing got heavier. Her. I look over at him. So, Roger, how did you manage to come here? I dont remember sending you an invite. My dad is a friend with yours. Twigs and leaves make cracking sounds as his bare feet steps over them. He holds his hands in his pockets and stares at the earth. He brought me along. With that, I recognize him. Hes been over a time or two, but never for too long. Not long enough for either of us to learn the others name, thats for sure. He was in my room once, my mom brought him in to show him. Melissa had gotten me a new couch and there were a few new pictures on the wall, some clothes in closets upstairs. Everything was still comfortably familiar. God, I was a fucking idiot.Why did she have to be such a bitch about it though? Why couldn’t she talk to me!? I found myself punching the wall and stared at the little hole I made. There, there was a change. Fuck, I’d have to patch that. Maybe I wasn’t that different from my father. My shoulder throbbed. I kept forgetting this was.