Eat Sh*t

DOM

My father replaced the dining room table. It was about half the size of the previous one. He said something about eating in a more comfortable setting where we could bond and get to know each other. It was bullshit. Since when did he care about creating bonds other than the ones with his law firm?

Miles attempted to sit next to her mother, but Marcus beat her to it, plopping himself in the chair. The table had six chairs on each side with one chair on the ends. My father sat where he normally sat and Ms. Valentine adjacent to him. I sat next to my father. She could either sit next to Marcus, me, or make it awkward by sitting further away.

She shifted uncomfortably, looking as if she might just turn around and leave.

"Come sit next to Dom Miles," said my father, making the decision for her.

She gave him a nervous smile and made her way to the seat next to mine, her mother's eyes watching her with a tight smile.

Marcus leaned back, smirking. He knew damn well what he was doin