Threesome: Dad's Debt, #2

By Blake Feldman

I need money. An enormous amount of money.

My father’s dying of cancer. We don’t have enough money for the surgery that will save his life. I’m racing against the clock to get enough money to pay for trie-and-true cancer treatment that insurance won’t cover.

Two billionaires offer me a simple deal: my v-card and a month of my time in exchange for enough money to pay for the surgery.

I accept. And now I’m living with two men. Brian is the smooth, courteous gentleman. Samuel is the rough barbarian. And together, they’re about to rock my world and introduce me to things I’ve never even heard of, let alone tried.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zaftig Publishing
• Release date: Aug 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386237938

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Threesome

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Contents

1. Broke

2. How to Make Money

3. Triumph

4. Instructions

5. Dress

6. Elevator Ride

7. First Time

8. Tongue

9. Second

10. Dentist

11. Welcome Home

12. White Dress

13. Darkness

14. Waking Up to Double Penetration

15. Tub

16. Cold

17. Accountant

18. Bikini

19. Sunburned

20. Vibrations

21. After

22. Eating

23. Last Day

24. Helicopter Ride

25. Goodbye

26. All Alone

27. Stolen

Epilogue

Afterword

About the Author

Chapter 1

Broke

Jessa

W e’re broke. I’m dying .

I blink at my dad like a mole squinting at the sun. What? There’s no way I heard that right. Must be something wrong with my ears. I tug at my earlobes the way that you do when you’ve just gotten off of an airplane.

My mom is sitting at the dining room table, her mouth looking like she just sucked a lemon. I’m divorcing him, naturally.

The hits just keep coming.

What’s going on here? I look between them like it’s a Ping Pong tournament. My dad looks tired. My mom is icily pissed.

Jessa, you’ve always had everything you wanted. Everything you needed.

Right. I nod. I know what Dad’s saying

is

true

.

"And that came at a cost. We’ve been keeping up with the Jones, but I haven’t made enough money to

do

so

."

I feel my heart sinking right into the pit of my stomach. "

Oh

no

."

I’m in an incredible amount of credit card debt. I was keeping our heads above water until…

Until he finally went to the doctor and learned that he has prostate cancer.

I look at my dad. He’s been more tired than usual lately. I realize now that his skin has a slight gray cast to it. I feel like a terrible daughter for not noticing

before

now

.

"Dad? Is

that

true

?"

It’s true, Jessa. He reaches across the table to squeeze my hand and tries to smile. The attempt makes my heart break a little bit. I

swallow

hard

.

I had a prostate exam. After we got the blood test back, I had an MRI. And then I had a biopsy. The pathology report came back. My highest Gleason score was 9. I have to go under the knife.

My mother is shooting daggers out of her eyes at my dad. "When he told me that it cost a million dollars to have the right kind of surgery, I thought it would be easy. We have the money if we

need

it

."

But we don’t, I say, realizing where this is going.

We don’t, my father confirms. Ellen, I’m so sorry, honey.

Don’t try to apologize to me, she hisses like a viper. You’ve lied to me all these years. I thought that we were financially comfortable and now we’re hanging over the Grand Canyon. She flounces away from the table. My mother isn’t known for being the nicest person on a good day. Now that my dad has told her the truth about our money or lack thereof, she’s going to leave. And I know that in a few weeks or months, she’ll have a ring on her finger. My mother might be an ice princess, but she’s resilient.

Jessa, my dad says. His eyes are so haunted and sad that I run to throw my arms

around

him

.

What are we going to do? I back off and sit

back

down

.

He rubs his forehead. "What we can do. The surgery with the shortest recovery time is the HIFU treatment, but it’s not covered under insurance. I’m going to have to have a prostatectomy or radiation therapy, both of which have secondary complications like incontinence or the possibility of triggering cancer in the surrounding areas. HIFU has some of the same risks, but after talking to my urologist, I think it’s my

best

shot

."

And the divorce?

I think your mother is just upset.

I would be, too, if my husband had lied to me for a

long

time

.

"Can

I

help

?"

Oh, sweetheart. My dad’s shoulders slump. "I’m sorry that we even have to tell you

about

this

."

I’m not a baby anymore, Dad. I squeeze his hand. "I’m part of this family. I want

to

help

."

Sugar, I don’t think you can. The best thing you can do right now is try to start packing. We’ll have to move out of our apartment and find a smaller place. You might be sleeping on a couch.

It’ll be a good adventure, I tell him, smiling for his benefit. "

You’ll

see

."

I go into my room and close the door. Instead of packing, I lay down on my bed. My dad is dying. My parents are divorcing. And there’s nothing I can do about it. I feel like I’m in a canoe falling down a waterfall.

My best friend Jordan was out of cash not that long ago. He told me the whole story about our big boss coming to him with a proposition to erase his debt. It turned out okay and they’re engaged now. I’m going to be Jordan’s maid of honor. Best man. Whatever.

I hug a pillow to my chest. Maybe I can find someone who’ll be willing to cover my dad’s surgery.

School. If my parents are broke,