ALEC
After driving around Redwood in an attempt to find scumbag Spencer, I headed back to my place. Finding him was one of the two reasons that I had wanted to bring Maddie home and why I hadn’t wanted to stay the night.
She didn’t want me to hurt him, but he was going to get everything he fucking deserved.
When I opened the garage, only Dad’s car was parked inside, which was better than facing Mom, but I didn’t want to deal with him either. Though if I hadn’t come home, I would have been screwed. Mom would have thrown a hissy fit, like she had at Redwood today, and I would have been grounded for weeks without the option of playing hockey.
Slumping my shoulders forward, I walked into the house.
She pissed me off too. Why had she wanted me to sit through the next few hockey games? I didn’t even do anything other than protect myself and protect Maddie today. Oliver had come at me, swinging his fists and screaming at me for dating his sister.
I gritted my teeth. “Fucking Spencer.”
He had caused all of this drama. If he hadn’t dated Maddie—If I had had the courage to ask her out freshman and sophomore year, like I had wanted—then none of this would be happening right now.
And that damn hacker would pay.
Shit kept getting worse in this fucking town, and I couldn’t wait to leave. Only a few more months, and I would whisk Maddie away to a faraway city, where I could play hockey and all she had to do was carry our children.
“Dad!” I shouted, wanting to get his yelling over with tonight so I could relax.
I had no doubt in my mind that Mom had told Dad what happened, and that was why he was home tonight. He rarely ever showed up during the week, having meetings and conferences all over the States, and didn’t give a shit about me unless it was about hockey.
When he didn’t answer, I grumbled to myself and headed toward his office. I would rather turn in for the night, crawl into my bed, and FaceTime Maddie, but I didn’t want him to barge in and have her listen to him scream at me.
Seizing the office door handle, I blew out a low breath and shoved the door open.
“Listen, I know that—”
“Alec!” Dad shouted.
I snapped my gaze up from the ground to him.
Dad had Jamal Simmons, football player and Jace Harbor’s best friend, bent over his desk with his cock buried in—
Bile rose in my throat. God, I didn’t want to know where my own father’s dick was.
They both snapped their gazes up to mine, eyes wide. Dad pulled out of Jamal, yanked up his pants, and began shuffling himself together. He stepped toward me, but I stepped back toward the door.
“You’re cheating on Mom?” I asked, mouth dry.
“Alec, I can explain,” Dad stuttered, extending one arm. “We’re—”
“You’re cheating on Mom,” I repeated. “On our family?”
My throat closed, my thoughts racing. I wrapped my arms around my body and tried hard to calm myself down, but my stomach was twisting, and I had the urge to … to—
I grabbed the trash bin near the door and hurled into it.
While I had never taken our family and my parents’ money for granted before, I never thought that this could happen. I never thought that either one of my parents could cheat on the other, especially with anyone at my school.
Hands shaking, I stumbled back into the doorframe. My heart pounded against my chest, as I was on the brink of another anxiety attack. I could feel it coming, but I couldn’t stop it. No matter how hard I tried to look away, push the feelings away.
“Wh-what is goin—”
Carter, quarterback of the football team, walked into the room from Dad’s connected bathroom with his shirt thrown over his shoulder, sweat rolling down his chest, and his pants hanging loosely around his waist. “Mr. Wolfe, you have the—”
Dad cursed under his breath and shook his head. “Alec, it’s not what—”
Before he could mutter another word, I sprinted out of the office, out of the house, and into my car. I gripped the steering wheel and stared straight through the windshield, not moving. I couldn’t see straight. My mind was pounding. I … our family …
With trembling fingers, I pulled out my phone and dialed Maddie’s number.
She answered on the second ring. “Alec, I thought—”
“Please, come get me,” I pleaded. “I need you.”