Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kitt’s eyes widen, as if he can read my mind.
“He means, why did you do it, Tex?” Kitt says quickly, shooting me a what-the-fuck-are-you-on look.
Wow. Okay, close call. I shrug. “I-I don’t know.”
Dad swallows hard and says through gritted teeth, “You don’t know what you were thinking when you gave your virginity away to a musician up against the side of a fucking bus?”
Oh…okay, next problem, not technically a virgin. Now, I get to either tell my daddy that I’d slept with my ex a year ago after I told him I hadn’t or let him think that I’m such a classy bird that I got my cherry popped in a public place. Decisions, decisions…
“Um, Dad, that wasn’t my first time.”
Definitely better not to be the first-time bus whore.
I watch his face turn red. Maybe it is better to be the first-time bus whore.
He turns to Kitt. “How long has this been going on?” he growls.
Oh, shit, he thinks my first time was with Kitt.
Yeah, don’t you correct that.
It might as well have been. It’s the first time I needed it, the first orgasm through sex, the first time it meant so much more than a physical act.
Kitt’s midnight-blue eyes briefly flick to me, and I silently beg him to go along with it. I know I’m not a slut. It’s not like I’ve had the whole fucking band or anything, but I don’t want my dad to look even more disappointed in me than he already does.
“A few weeks,” Kitt says.
Wow. Yeah, it’s not even been a month yet. How is that even possible?
“What exactly is going on?” Dad’s eyes are wide.
I’ve known him long enough to know it’s from fear as well as anger. In his head, he’s seeing me crying after a coke and whore addiction story has broken about Kitt.
I shake my head because I, too, am scared—only, not about Kitt.
I clear my throat. “Well, we…” Are in love and had wild sex against your band’s tour bus. “We just…”
“So, you have sex? So, you’re just sleeping together?” He stands up so quickly that I almost don’t see it. “My daughter is your fuck buddy?” he spits as he clenches his fists.
Okay, I made it worse.
He’s jumped to conclusions.
Because you took too long telling him everything Kitt is to you.
Kitt stands, holding his hands up in surrender. If this situation wasn’t majorly awkward and making me want to throw myself out of said bus anyway, my dad just uttered the phrase fuck buddy.
“No. It’s not like that,” Kitt replies, frowning. He looks genuinely disgusted that anyone would label us with that title.
“You’re not together, but you’re not fuck buddies,” Dad says.
I bite back a laugh, earning a glare from Kitt. “Dad, please.”
He turns to me. “This isn’t how I brought you up, Texas.”
“Am I supposed to die a virgin? Jesus, Dad, I’ve seen your band bring God knows how many women back to their rooms. I’ve even walked in on Will doing one of them in the dressing room! You really expect me to believe in no sex before marriage?”
He clenches his jaw when he knows I’m right. Dad might have done everything for me, raised me pretty much on his own, but I certainly haven’t had a normal upbringing. Not that I minded. I’ve loved our life, and I’m sure, after years of therapy, I’ll be able to forget Will and the redhead going at it on the counter.
He sighs and shakes his head. “I still wanted more for you, Texas. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. And you should have been married before. And thirty.”
“I’m sorry, Dad.” Apologies are better, surely.
He paces, clenching his fists over and over. “So am I, Texas. Shit, who was I kidding when I thought it would be a great idea to raise a child on the road?”
I don’t like where this is going. “There’s nothing wrong with how you’ve raised me. I’ve seen most of the world. How many people can say that?” And I’ve met Guns N’ Roses.
“And look where that’s led? You shouldn’t have been around this lifestyle,” he growls.
“Oh, please. Look at all those other celebrities’ kids. I think I’ve turned out pretty damn well, thank you.” At least our sex tape wasn’t released, and from the angle of the CCTV camera, you can’t even see what we were doing once he slammed me against the side of the bus. Our clothes didn’t come off until after that.
Winner right here.
“Look, we’re not explaining this properly, and people are jumping to the wrong conclusions,” Kitt says. He’s the voice of reason when Dad and I aren’t thinking about what’s spurting from our mouths.
Dad freezes. “Then, please explain, Kitt!”
I look up between them. This isn’t the calmish conversation it started as, and it’s certainly not going how I want it to go. “Can we all sit back down first?”