Tough Love

Part 6

You woke up remembering bits and pieces. Evan throwing a knife in the sink and it bouncing off and hitting you in the face. Then calling, and then in and out of being at the hospital. And stitches.

Your hand went up to your face, feeling the bandage that was across your cheek that covered the stitches. Then sat up looking around an unfamiliar room. Turning to flick on a light and seeing Paul slumped over in a chair that was next to the bed. And then squinting against the light.

"I'm at your house? Why am I not back at my apartment?"

"Because you actually didn't want to be alone. You said that before you passed out in the chair when I was driving you back. Might've been from the blood loss I have no idea. Then again you didn't tell me how the hell you managed to cut your face like that either. I heard you muttering things at the hospital but," he said, crossing his arms over his chest at you, and just staring at you.

"Well, from how you are looking you have your suspicions. It was Evan--" you said as he got up from the chair and went to get out of the room, you could see in the dim lit room that there was anger in his eyes.

"Wait, I need to explain everything, it was an accident, it wasn't on purpose. He came back to makeup. And I confronted him about the cheating and then told him about us. That's when it happened he wanted to throw something and it happened to be a knife,"

"Oh yeah you really think I'm going to believe that? That he threw a knife? What at you directly? Like that makes what was my initial thought of what he did to you even better," he said as he leaned against the door, looking at you, waiting.

"He didn't throw it at my face. He threw it in the sink and it bounced back. He didn't mean for it to hit me, it just did. Which makes me feel shitty about it," you said as he went to sit down and you noticed something on the nightstand. A familiar stack of papers.

"Wait, you recopied that out,"

"Yeah, you might as well fill it out. Since you are back and everything," he said with a smile on his face as he picked up the stack of papers and dropped it on your lap, along with a pen before going to leave.

"Wait, why are you leaving?"

"Because I don't want my presence in the room to sway your feelings about this. You just need to answer them honestly. Or we could do this the old fashion way and I can just ask you the questions myself,"

You looked up at him and saw an expectant look on his face, like he was wanting you to pick the latter so he could ask you the questions in person.

"Yeah no thanks I'll pour my deep dark and twisted desires out on the paper. It's just interesting considering the fact that you think you could fulfill any of these anyways," you said, trying to suppress a laugh.

"Oh sweetheart I know the test, I run the gambit on all of those, I'm more than qualified to give you pleasure in any category. Or you could give it to me, if when you take it you find yourself in the latter category in some cases. Which i don't mind," he said with a wink as he left the room, as you bit your lip in thought as what he said made a heat pool in your belly. Shaking the thoughts from your mind, as you looked down at the stack of papers and started reading the questions, feeling heat come on your face, thankful that Paul left the room.

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Paul POV

He left the guest room with a smile on his face, thinking about how you were reacting to the test. But that smile soon faded as he pulled out his phone dial and called the familiar number that he's been wanting to call for a while.

Putting the phone up to his ear, he didn't even wait for a response.

"Can you explain to me why your ex-girlfriend is at my house with stitches on her face. She says that it was an accident. I know we aren't getting along but we both know that I raised you to treat women differently than this. This isn't acceptable at all," he said, feeling white hot rage come up in his chest at how he came into your apartment and saw the huge gash open on your face as you were barely conscious on the couch. And to think that his son caused it.

"Yes, well if we remember correctly that you slept with her, what? Last night probably right after I left her apartment. Right? Because you thought that you had a connection or something at the concert. Did your eyes connect from across the venue or something and you just couldn't help yourself? When you could have anybody else to use like you've used the groupies before and toss them aside. But no this time, this time you go for my girlfriend," Evan said on the other end, acid in his voice at his dad.

"Ex-girlfriend, ex. Which by the way I think I made her roll her eyes back into her head more than you ever did. Seems like she didn't need a boy but an actual man to do the job instead," Paul said ending the call with a triumphant smirk on his face as he turned around and saw you standing in the doorway with the stack of paper in your hands. Looking at the phone in his hand.

"You, you were just talking to Evan. And said that you basically made me cum more than him," you said, as you threw the papers at him. Catching them before they fell to the ground, passing him up in the hallway and walking the direction of the kitchen hearing cabinets open.

He followed you into the kitchen and saw shot glasses out on the kitchen island as well as a bottle of tequila.

"If this is going to work, your going to not talk to Evan about having sex with me. I filled out the stupid test," you said unscrewing the cap of the tequila bottle and pouring the clear liquid into both shot glasses, holding out one for him to take as he smiled at you. Taking the glass in his hand as he watched you down the liquid, wincing at the taste.

As he smiled more and shook his head, taking the shot and wincing at the taste of tequila as he put the shot glass down.

"Well since you're still down to do this i'm going to have to look this over," he said waving the papers, and noticing you go for the bottle again, this time putting your lips on the bottle itself as other thoughts started to come into mind, turning away from you. And walking into a different room trying to get distance from you as he looked down at your answers, with not so pg-thoughts about you coming back up in his mind. Specifically with your mouth other places than that tequila bottle.