Illicit Obsession. Part 9

Brad's POV

“My wife’s only twenty, so I know. But what’s the issue?” shrugs Dane. I think for a moment of how to phrase my concerns.

“There isn’t really one,” I muse. “It’s more that I’ve actively been ignoring her because I’d written her off. Like I said, too young, too much work, my ex’s daughter, yada yada yada. And I don’t want to be dealing with teenage drama if she somehow ends up getting her heart broken. But I went along with it because obviously, the sex was good.”

“Dude, exactly,” agrees Dane. “She literally forced herself into your bed.”

“Well, forced is a little strong,” I amend. “But still, this is fucked-up because Chrissy’s my ex’s daughter. She’s eighteen. What if she accidentally gets pregnant? I don’t exactly want to become a father.”

“Yeah,” grins Dane, “but of course, there’s a solution to that.”

“Condoms?” I ask in a wry tone. “No fucking way. She better be on the pill.”

“No, dumbass,” jokes Dane. “Anal.