He is my boyfriend’s father. He hates me. Me… he makes me feel hot under his gaze—because we made a fateful mistake. One.
“— I came to your son. Not to you,” I say and fear to look at him.
“— Why? Do you want him to find out everything?”
The man smirks and steps closer, trapping me.
“— Or is it not enough for you? Want to do it again?” What frightens me is that I doubt him.