logan was well aware how sick his ultimatum was considering she was his daughter. but the older man had grown tired of her constant disobedience. no matter what he does, she continues to push his buttons more and more. the two just weren’t getting along. he had enough of it. clearly, her mother had not raised her to be the responsible adult she should be. a part of him blames himself. he had been away most of her young life, deployed overseas. he was trying to make a life for all of them. to make sure her spoiled ass was taken care of. now he knew she needed a different kind of parenting. one of such extremes if she was gonna continue being this way. “i didn’t say to put them back.” he placed the box he had been holding down next to the counter before he took a step closer to her. “i said, get up here and fuck this bottle.” he let his gaze look back at the bottle then back at her. “maybe that’ll teach you not to steal from your own father’s store.”
it wasn’t as if they’d had much of a relationship over the course of her life — he was gone, she had moved out when she went to college and was still out on her own now that she was in grad school, and barely ever saw him. logan was her father in name, but certainly not in practice. even if lennox considered him to have zero authority over her — as both an adult and someone he hadn’t helped raise —, it was impossible to deny that the man was intimidating and scary as hell. which was why she would find herself doing precisely as he said in moments like this. disobeying seemed far more petrifying, even if obeying meant possible public humiliation. “jesus christ,” she curses under her breath, quickly unscrewing the bottle he did not tell her to put back and taking a long swig from it. after, she pushes the bottle into logan’s chest on her way past him, moving toward the counter. she unbuttons her jeans along the way, pushing them down along with her underwear and stepping out of them. “because making me pay for them was too reasonable, huh?” lennox asks as she hops up onto the counter, shifting onto her knees. she doesn’t even bother glancing around the store to see if anyone is there. her hand wraps around the bottle to position it before slowly lowering herself down, pushing the glass into her. the entire time, her eyes are locked on her dad, trying to quirk a defiant eyebrow even with the intrusion. “this prove your point?” she asks, slowly rolling her hips downward.
