Finnegan
Guess who's here right now, Dad? I'll give you a clue, it's not the King of England.
Angel's text must have come in while Abigail and I fucked like rabbits in the car.
It wasn't until my phone rang with the call from her that I saw the message. Guilt ate at my insides. My daughter had needed me, and I had been balls deep in my assistant, moaning her name like a song.
I couldn't even pick up the call because Abigail was in the bloody car. I had always kept my life private, from the media, from the news, from work, especially.
But this thing with Abigail was blurring those lines. She wasn't just an assistant to me anymore. That didn't mean she had to know about Angel or Victoria. As long as I could keep the two worlds separate, I would be fine.
Yeah, easier said than done.
I had been less careful, considering she already even knew Angel's name.
