Chapter 83

I was pulled from my reverie as I heard Scar's door slam. Looking up, I realized he was waiting for me to get out of the car with my door ajar. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts before taking his offered hand and getting out.

"Okay, spill." I demanded the second the front door shut. He took his time removing his shoes before throwing his keys and wallet on the entryway table.

"It was my dad." He rasped out dejectedly before slumping down on the couch. He stared at the ceiling with a lost look in his eyes, not uttering another word. I licked my dry lips before wandering over to where he was seated and straddled his hips. He didn't make a single move - not even to grab my ass. My forehead crinkled with worry as I picked his hands up and placed them on my boobs. No response, his hands just dropped back down to his sides.

"Sebastian, talk to me." I fretted, needing to understand why a phone call from his father had him so worried.