“You came home smelling like vodka and sweat,”
Damon said, voice low but lethal.
“Your skirt is up to here.”
He lifted a hand sharply.
“And you almost put yourself in danger, Tasha. You don’t even know the kind of men that wait for girls like you to slip.”
“I wasn’t in danger!” she screamed.
“I was with friends!”
“Friends don’t let you disappear!” he barked.
“Friends don’t leave you drunk and half-dressed, stumbling through the dark. You think I haven’t seen what happens to girls who take that one wrong step? You think I’d survive it if something happened to you?!”
But Tasha didn’t back down.
She didn’t apologize.
She didn’t even blink.
She stepped forward, close enough that she had to tilt her head up to look him in the eyes.
And then..she snapped.
“f**k you, Dad.”
Damon froze.
But Tasha didn’t stop.
Her mouth twisted into a grin. Not the sweet kind. Not the bratty kind.
The dangerous kind.
III
“Yeah. You heard me. f**k you. And guess what…”
Her voice dropped into something sharp and slow.
“I had an orgy.”
Damon’s expression didn’t move.
But the air did.
The entire hallway dropped ten degrees.
Points>
“I f****d six men,” she said, louder now.
“Six. In one night. On one couch. Do you wanna know their names? Hm? Should I list them alphabetically?”
Oh.
My.
God.
She didn’t just say that.
She didn’t just say that.
Oh f**k, she did.
I literally stopped breathing. My mouth was open, my brain was ringing, my legs were straight-up jelly. My toes curled into the floor like that would somehow ground me to reality, but it didn’t help.
Nothing helped. Not the shirt I was drowning in, not the thick air choking the hallway, not even the walls, because I was sure the walls heard it too.
Tasha just said she had an orgy.
With six men.
Six.
And not quietly. Not in a whisper. Not in a drunk-girl-giggle-while-l-confess kind of way. No. She yelled it. She screamed it at her dad like she was trying to burn the whole f*****g house down with her mouth.
And all I could think was Oh my god, she’s dead. She’s dead. Damon’s going to kill her. He’s going to snap her neck and drag her into the basement and I’m going to have to help hide the body because technically I was a witness and I’m also in his shirt and also his c*m is still in me and oh f**k I should not be standing here.
I should’ve run.
I should’ve run the second she said “f**k you, Dad.”
But I didn’t.
Because I was frozen.
Because my legs weren’t working.
Because my brain wasn’t working.
Because when she said it-orgy-my stomach dropped like I’d been pushed off a cliff. And may heart? It was straight-up punching me in the ribs. Like boom. Boom. Boom. bh are you hearing this?
The Confrontation
Damon didn’t move at first.
That was the scariest part.
He just… stopped.
Not like paused. Not like thinking. More like calculating murder.
And I could feel the shift in the air. You know when someone’s about to explode, but they’re holding it in so tight the whole room starts to shake with silence? That was Damon. Still, Rigid. His eyes locked on her like he couldn’t believe what she’d just said. Like she’d spat in his face and then lit the house on fire just to prove a point.
Then she kept talking.
She. Kept. Going.
“I liked it,” she said, with that devil-smile of hers.
And my knees buckled. Actually buckled.
I grabbed the wall beside me like a dramatic little Victorian lady about to faint and the only reason I didn’t collapse was because Damon was between us and thank God for that.
Because I don’t know what I would’ve done if Tasha had taken one more step.
I don’t know what he would’ve done if she said one more word.
Oh wait-she did.
She started talking about a guy with a tongue ring.
A tongue ring.
I nearly threw up.
Not from jealousy. Not from shock. From pure survival instinct. Like, my whole body was screaming abort! abort! We are in danger! Do not listen to this girl,confess her sins at full volume when your thighs are still sticky with her father’s DNA!
And then..he moved.
Not a normal step.
He launched.
Damon was across the hallway in one breath, hands clamped on Tasha’s shoulders, face inches from hers, and suddenly it didn’t feel like a house anymore. It felt like a war zone.
And I was caught in the middle.
Naked.
Shaking.
Wearing the general’s shirt.
“What did you say?” he asked her, and oh f**k.
The way he said it.
I couldn’t breathe.
He wasn’t yelling. That was the terrifying part.
He was calm.
Too calm.
Like he’d already murdered her six imaginary boyfriends in his head and was now working his way to deciding if she should live or die.
And poor Tasha… she blinked.
Like it had finally hit her.
She said it out loud.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.