“I’m sorry, man. Are you calling it quits this time? Will you finally serve her with divorce papers?”

Hugo’s features tighten. “No. Not now. The last thing I need is to go through a complicated divorce while I run for office. I’ll wait until I’ve won before I make that move.”

“Neena is a skeleton in your closet,” I warn. “You sure you don’t want to clean it out first?”

“Nope.” He shrugs his shoulders before downing his beer. “I want to lock that door for now. I’ll deal with it later.”

I don’t push the subject because I have my fair share of skeletons too.

Sometimes shit just needs to stay hidden.

Chapter Ten

Willa

All morning, I’ve been floating on a cloud as I get ready for school. Callum Park came to my house, brought me food, kissed me senseless, and gave me an orgasm.

It’s surreal.

I’d almost think it was a dream if it weren’t for the way my chin still tingles from the way his scruff rubbed against me last night.

I’m so caught up in my daydream, I nearly run right smack into Levi, who’s standing just outside my door. I squeak out in surprise before shooting him a scathing glare.

“What?” I demand, lifting my chin.

He studies me for a beat and then his lip curls up in a sneer. “Dempsey Park? Really?”

My mind spins for a moment. Yesterday, when Dempsey and Levi had their argument, feels like a lifetime ago.

“Out of my way, Levi.”

Ignoring my command, he steps closer until he’s towering over me. My skin grows cold and my knees wobble beneath me.

“I told Dad.” He flashes me a triumphant grin. “He wants to talk to you before you go to school.”

“Why does Darren care who I date?”

“Because it reflects badly on him. Especially when his client is in a lawsuit with the Parks.”

He laughs in that cruel way he has down so perfectly and then saunters down the hall toward the living room. With my heart in my throat, I trail after him. Darren is in the kitchen, fussing with the coffeemaker. Mom is at the table, makeup smeared from last night, and eyes glossed over.

Great.

“Willa,” Darren says with his back to me. “We need to talk.”

I freeze, stopping near the table, staring at my mother. She’s so up and down. It’s maddening. Does she not see that I need her? That I hate these people we live with and this life she’s carved out for us?

“Okay,” I murmur. “About what?”