Hot Naked Guy As A Gift novel Chapter 10

"Yes sir and I have no intentions of ever harming your daughter in anyway. If I have my way she will never be hurt." Okay, I shouldn't like the sound of that, I know what he really means by it, but I can't stop the happiness from bubbling inside of me as he says that. Oh baby, I am so screwed and not in a good way.

"Good, no you gonna tell me why you really spent the night here last night? This is a small town son and I know you don't go to the public highschool or the local college." What the hell, why does he have to be so nosy? Why can't he just ground me and get it over with?

"No sir, I do not, I went to school on the reservation. Your daughter was nice enough to allow me to stay the night here after my home was destroyed." Oh no, no no no, please tell me he didn't just say what I think he said.

"Is that so? Arianna can I talk to you in the kitchen for a moment?" It was said as a question but the demand was clear in his voice. The look on his face said it all as I walked by, careful to keep my distance from Xavier as I made my way to the kitchen, cringing at the loud, angry footsteps of my father behind me.

Dead, I'm as good as dead and I can't think of anything to say to save myself. "Okay look, I know your mad but let me explain." What was that saying? The truth shall set ye free? I wonder if that applies here?

"Explain, you want to explain to me why you let one of those things into my house!? Well go right ahead and maybe I'll let you out of your room before your forty, but I doubt it." Bad bad bad, nothing good happens, when he tries to control his temper, the last time it took me 3 days to clean up the mess he left in the kitchen.

"Dad, I'm sorry but he was hurt and I couldn't just leave him on the back porch to die." Wait, did he say thing? What the hell does that mean? Ooh, maybe I should have kept that particular part to myself. The veins in his forehead and neck look like they're about to pop and for once in my life I'm actually scared that my dad might hit me.

"You would have been doing the world a favor damn it. You should have just let that thing die when you had the chance." He glares at me, stalking over to the fridge, pulling out a beer and downs it in one go. The scary part is my dad never drinks beer, never, the only reason we even have any is for when Granddad comes to visit.