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he really care, since I wasn’t his biological child and he was a prick.
“No, but we did talk about acting , actually,” said Sela. “Your father seems to think I might have a future career in Hollywood.”
I looked at Jack, who nodded. “Yes, she expressed an interest in it and I told her I might be able to help.”
I turned back to Sela. “So, what about modeling?”
She shrugged. “Well, I can do both.”
“You’re already complaining about how busy you are. I don’t see how you can,” I said.
“Listen,” said Jack, looking down at his watch. “I think I’ll head up to bed so you two can discuss this in private. It’s getting late.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “Good idea. I’m sure mom’s probably wondering where you are.”
He stared at me for a minute and then nodded.
“Goodnight, Mr. Eddington,” said Sela, standing up. She walked over and threw her arms around him. “Thanks so much for the advice.”
“Um, well, yes,” he said, patting her on the back.
“Goodnight, Jack,” I said, as she released him and he began walking towards the door.
He turned and paused at the door. “Goodnight, Reed.”
I looked down and frowned. “You might want to zip up. Your fly is down.”
Jack’s eyes flashed to Sela and the guilt on his face was enough to send me to prison for manslaughter. Amazingly enough, however, I kept my cool. I wanted to break his fucking neck, but a larger part of me wanted to believe that even he wouldn’t stoop that low.
“What were you doing in here with him, Sela?” I asked her after he slipped out the door.
Sela stood up. “What do you mean?” she asked, not quite meeting my eyes.
I moved closer to her. “His pants were unzipped and you both looked a little suspicious.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” snapped Sela. “Do you honestly think I’d do something like that? Seriously?”
I wasn’t sure what lengths she would go for her career, but I was pretty certain she knew how powerful Jack was in Hollywood.
“I don’t know. I really don’t,” I said, moving towards her. “But if you did…”
She stepped backwards and raised her chin. “What? You’d hurt me?”
I smiled, coldly. “No, but don’t give me any ideas.”
“Your threats, Reed, they are getting old.”
I sighed wearily and rubbed my forehead. “Sela, I haven’t threatened you, and frankly, I’m getting tired of your little escapades – first, your accusations, then the drugs, and now this… weirdness with Jack? I just don’t get you.”
She tightened her robe and started walking towards the door. “Believe whatever you want. I’m tired and going to bed.”
“Do you need help finding your room?” I asked dryly.
She turned around and glared at me. “No but I’m sure you can find your old room, which is where you’re obviously staying this weekend.”
Then she stormed out of the library, and as far as I was concerned, possibly out of my future.
***
Sinclair
“Well, that was fun,” I said dryly.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” asked Jesse. “Is your foot still bleeding?”
I stopped walking for a second and removed my flip-flop. “A little. The cut isn’t too bad.”
“We should have stayed in the water then,” he said.
“Hell no,” I said. “What if a shark would have smelled the blood and came looking for me?”
“Oh, you worry too much,” he said.
“You don’t worry enough,” I retorted.
It was shortly after one o’clock in the morning and we were walking back towards the house.
Well, I was limping.
After getting the courage to strip down to my underwear, I’d finally found myself in the ocean with Jesse, who’d, thankfully, kept his shorts on. After going out just past my chest, I’d stepped on something sharp. When I swam back to shore, I’d noticed that my foot was bleeding.
“I just hope I don’t get any blood on your mom’s carpeting.”
“You’ll be fine,” he said.
When we got to the
“No, but we did talk about acting , actually,” said Sela. “Your father seems to think I might have a future career in Hollywood.”
I looked at Jack, who nodded. “Yes, she expressed an interest in it and I told her I might be able to help.”
I turned back to Sela. “So, what about modeling?”
She shrugged. “Well, I can do both.”
“You’re already complaining about how busy you are. I don’t see how you can,” I said.
“Listen,” said Jack, looking down at his watch. “I think I’ll head up to bed so you two can discuss this in private. It’s getting late.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “Good idea. I’m sure mom’s probably wondering where you are.”
He stared at me for a minute and then nodded.
“Goodnight, Mr. Eddington,” said Sela, standing up. She walked over and threw her arms around him. “Thanks so much for the advice.”
“Um, well, yes,” he said, patting her on the back.
“Goodnight, Jack,” I said, as she released him and he began walking towards the door.
He turned and paused at the door. “Goodnight, Reed.”
I looked down and frowned. “You might want to zip up. Your fly is down.”
Jack’s eyes flashed to Sela and the guilt on his face was enough to send me to prison for manslaughter. Amazingly enough, however, I kept my cool. I wanted to break his fucking neck, but a larger part of me wanted to believe that even he wouldn’t stoop that low.
“What were you doing in here with him, Sela?” I asked her after he slipped out the door.
Sela stood up. “What do you mean?” she asked, not quite meeting my eyes.
I moved closer to her. “His pants were unzipped and you both looked a little suspicious.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” snapped Sela. “Do you honestly think I’d do something like that? Seriously?”
I wasn’t sure what lengths she would go for her career, but I was pretty certain she knew how powerful Jack was in Hollywood.
“I don’t know. I really don’t,” I said, moving towards her. “But if you did…”
She stepped backwards and raised her chin. “What? You’d hurt me?”
I smiled, coldly. “No, but don’t give me any ideas.”
“Your threats, Reed, they are getting old.”
I sighed wearily and rubbed my forehead. “Sela, I haven’t threatened you, and frankly, I’m getting tired of your little escapades – first, your accusations, then the drugs, and now this… weirdness with Jack? I just don’t get you.”
She tightened her robe and started walking towards the door. “Believe whatever you want. I’m tired and going to bed.”
“Do you need help finding your room?” I asked dryly.
She turned around and glared at me. “No but I’m sure you can find your old room, which is where you’re obviously staying this weekend.”
Then she stormed out of the library, and as far as I was concerned, possibly out of my future.
***
Sinclair
“Well, that was fun,” I said dryly.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” asked Jesse. “Is your foot still bleeding?”
I stopped walking for a second and removed my flip-flop. “A little. The cut isn’t too bad.”
“We should have stayed in the water then,” he said.
“Hell no,” I said. “What if a shark would have smelled the blood and came looking for me?”
“Oh, you worry too much,” he said.
“You don’t worry enough,” I retorted.
It was shortly after one o’clock in the morning and we were walking back towards the house.
Well, I was limping.
After getting the courage to strip down to my underwear, I’d finally found myself in the ocean with Jesse, who’d, thankfully, kept his shorts on. After going out just past my chest, I’d stepped on something sharp. When I swam back to shore, I’d noticed that my foot was bleeding.
“I just hope I don’t get any blood on your mom’s carpeting.”
“You’ll be fine,” he said.
When we got to the
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