She was probably right about that.
“Honestly, the best thing you can do is talk to him. I know you don’t want to make yourself vulnerable like that, but he kept coming back to find out. And he might have if you hadn’t used sex against him.”
She was right, but that conversation wouldn’t happen right now. “I should call my family first.”
She snorted. “You must have it really bad if you’re calling your family first.”
She walked out of the room, leaving me alone. I snatched the phone Knight dropped by earlier, telling me this was a secure line, only to be used for emergencies.
Well, this was an emergency. I’d basically disappeared off the face of the earth, and when my parents answered, they were not going to be happy.
There was no time like the present to disappoint them.
I waited as the phone rang, almost believing for just a minute that it would go to voicemail, but then my mother answered.
“Hello?”
“Mom? It’s Krista.”
“Krista!” Her voice vibrated through the phone, only amplified when she yelled for my father. “Ben! Krista’s on the phone! Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick about you!”
“I know, and I’m very sorry about that. I was—” Man, I really should have thought this through first. “I was at the hospital with Lizzy when I was attacked?—”
“Attacked?” she gasped. “Are you alright?”
“Who was attacked?” Dad asked, picking up the other line.
“Krista was attacked,” Mom repeated.
“By who? Where are you?”
“I’m with Rob?—”
“Who the hell is Rob?” Dad growled.
“He’s….I met him at the wedding. He’s with Reed Security.”
“The husband,” Dad muttered. “We heard about him. It’s just not right for a man to wed a woman without meeting the family first.”
“It was in Vegas. You don’t ask permission from your family,” I argued.
“He should have! Any good man would have at least called. What if I had said no?”
I rolled my eyes, sighing heavily. “I probably would have gotten married anyway.”
“Because you have no sense of responsibility. Marriage isn’t just about sex.”
I cringed at his words. The last thing I wanted was any kind of conversation involving body parts and my father. “Dad, that isn’t the point right now.”
“That’s exactly the point. A man has to prove his worth, and instead of calling me or asking me in person, he took my little girl?—”
“I haven’t been your little girl in years,” I snapped. “And it was Vegas! We were drugged!”
“You were taking drugs?” Mom gasped.
“Not—”
“What kind of man is this?” Dad shouted. “He drugged you?”