“You can kiss my ass,” Melanie snapped when she felt a presence behind her.

“Hey, kids, sorry I’m late.” Her father gave her a disapproving look.

“Hi Dad,” Melanie mumbled, trying unsuccessfully to keep her bad eye from his view and throw her brother a killing look at the same time. Her dad never missed a detail, but other than a patch, there was no hiding the damage to her eye.

“I see training is going well,” he stated sarcastically. It had taken him all of two seconds.

Resigned, Melanie straightened in her chair, no longer trying to avoid his direct gaze.

“Stop. Don’t do this. Dad, I still don’t understand why you won’t train her. It’s in our blood. But we’re not talking about this tonight, we made a deal about these dinners.” Nick was tired of the animosity between Melanie and their dad.

“It’s not for women. Your mother knew it was a man’s sport. She never would have wanted to watch Melanie get the hell beaten out of her,” their dad quietly replied, picking up his menu.

And didn’t that just say it all, Melanie thought. He had no interest in her whatsoever.

Leave it to Dad to use their mother to try and prove his point. He knew it was their weak spot.

Melanie decided to take the high road tonight. “Let’s order.”

* * *

Melanie let herself into the apartment. Once again, she heard more noises. This time it was Trish screaming as she climaxed. This guy must have a dick that just kept on giving. She wondered if they had been going at it all evening. Yes, she definitely needed her own release. She didn’t need a man to give it to her, though.

She took off her clothes, grabbed her laptop, and climbed into bed. She put in a search for the video she was looking for, pushed play, and then let her hands slide down her body.