The Sweetest Jerk #2 (The Sweetest Jerk Series, #2) by Ava Claire

Author:Ava Claire
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: billionaire erotic romance, billionaire, billionaire love, billionaire romance, alpha billionaire, alpha billionaire romance, Alpha Male, alpha male romance, ava claire, new adult romance, new adult
Publisher: Ava Claire
Published: 2017-02-18T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: JASON

“I know this may be difficult for you, Sienna, but try and contain the urge to talk about...” Dad’s impassive face flashed with the elephant we all refused to admit was stomping around the room. “The thing.”

I balled my fists in the pockets of the khakis I hated and chewed my gum until I tasted teeth. It was a quick walk from the security gate to my grandparents boat, but considering we’d just wrapped up the longest half hour drive of my life as my parents played ‘Whose Fault Is It Really That There’s A Thing, Anyway?’, I had a feeling I was in for round 2.

I wanted to leave them both in my dust, leave all of this behind, but if I got the lead out and stormed off in a huff, they’d argue about that, too.

“Ken,” Mom growled, her heels clicking like bullets falling into the chamber. “I have a mother. We’ll see her in a few moments, in fact. And if I wanted a tutorial on public decorum and protocol when your seventeen year old son knocks up-”

“Don’t be crude!” Dad growled, bringing the train to a screeching halt as he whirled to face us. We all looked utterly ridiculous in our white and khaki ensembles. The crisp couture of people with too much money and too many rules. But Dad was the worst of the bunch. A bleached white polo stretched over his massive chest and an argyle sweater was draped over his linebacker shoulders. But in this moment, even though he looked like a joke, there was no hint of humor in his voice. In the way he glared at us both like we were on the football field—and on the opposing team. “We will not speak of this problem. It is being handled. And it is in the past.”

The minute he turned around, Mom was back at it, her words slicing like a thousand tiny paper cuts. “That seems like your approach to a myriad of things, sweetheart.”

There was no love or affection behind the term of endearment. I was no fan of that kind of shit myself, but my stomach still churned at the realization that I couldn’t remember a moment where my parents ever seemed happy. They merely tolerated each other, and lately, they barely seemed capable of that.

Mom ruffled my hair, a tiny smile on her lips when I swatted her hand away. “I won’t have you teaching our son your bad habits-”

“Permission to board, Captain?” Dad bellowed, slicing through Mom’s tirade. I glimpsed the first genuine smile I’d seen on his face in God knows how long when Grandpa stepped out onto the dock.

Grandpa should have looked as silly as we did with his navy blue and white linen pants, complete with a hat that had ‘CAPTAIN’ emblazoned on the tongue. But he was just my grandpa, a fit version of Santa Claus with rosy cheeks, a full white beard, a thick head of silver and white locks and an eternally sunny disposition that he definitely didn’t pass onto Mom.

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