The door creaked open in the dead of night, the sound cutting through the silence.
Meanwhile, Jake stood midway down the stairs, watching as his father, Shane Dawson, stumbled into the foyer, his suit wrinkled and disheveled.
At 60, the man before him, seemed carved from ash, with slumped shoulders, liver-spotted hands and a face eroded by neglect.
Of course, that was the state brought by the passage of time, and no one was immune to it.
No matter how much you run, no matter what you do, it would happen to anyone..
Seeing his father in such a state was a bit saddening.
But that didn't mean he wouldn't get angry at him.
His father didn't come back during the day, and the incestuous pair probably cursed him a thousand times in their hearts.
'No, if you don't want to come, at least let us know...'
God knows how flustered she was that he would walk in at any moment, catching them before they could stop in time.
Because of this, they had to cut their sex session short, not even daring to fuck each other during the day.
Who knew he would come back this late at night?
Fortunately, they had been cautious and hadn't done anything out of the ordinary at the time.
Not that she was too afraid of him catching her in bed with her own son, but she didn't want their marriage to fall apart just yet.
If she did, she would've walked away long ago, given the way he had treated her all these years.
She couldn't...at least for now.
Her son wouldn't want that too.
Looking at the man, her so-called husband, Madelyn stood motionless in the kitchen archway before taking a look at her son.
Shane grunted as he set down his briefcase, not even looking at her.
"Got held up at the office. Last-minute calls."
Office.
Hearing his father's words, Jake almost scoffed.
This old man ran a textile export business, which mostly meant overseeing shipments and traveling to meet clients.
It was a job that kept him away more often than not...not that anyone in the house ever complained about his absence.
Madelyn tilted her head slightly.
"You said you'd be home last night."
"I said I might be home,"
Shane corrected, finally turning toward her.
His eyes were dull, sunken into his face, and when he did look at her, there was no warmth.
It was as if answering her was a chore.
"You know how these things go. Flights get delayed, meetings run over."
He waved a hand dismissively and settled into his usual chair.
Jake watched the interaction between his parents in silence.
There was no welcome kiss, no touch, not even a casual brush of hands between them.
Nothing about them resembled a husband and wife.
It had always been like this.
However looking at the couple being so far away like this, at this moment, Jake couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
To be honest, he didn't how how his bombshell of a mom chose to marry such an old man.
It wasn't that he hated his dad or anything, after all, no matter how much he neglected the mother and son, he provided them with everything they wanted.
But still...looking at his mom.
She was stunning--too stunning for a man like Shane.
Even now, standing under the dim lighting, she looked like she belonged in a different world.
Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her body still as breathtaking as ever, wrapped in a silk robe that barely concealed her curves.
She was elegance, beauty, desire--and yet, here she was, shackled to a man who treated her like nothing more than a housekeeper who happened to share his last name.
To say that she married him for money, however he never saw her love for money.
While other women flaunted luxury, she had no interest in them...
Even though his dad was rich, he never gave her any money or she didn't even ask, being a college professor...in fact she even travels to college through a bus.
Not to mention they had been married for more than 19 years, which meant she was 18 when she married him and he was 42.
Yes, forty two wasn't the prime age of man, however it wasn't the age where his cock wouldn't stand up.
However, based on her reaction it was clear that he hasn't touched her for years.
But..it's okay.
