[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o7fkf1/behind_the_mask_chapter_1_fm_incest_cousincousin/)
Charles Rochester scrutinized me, bringing back bad memories of childhood. Memories of never being good enough. Memories of always doing the wrong thing. Memories of… loss. And I refused to squirm under his gaze.
“I don’t remember giving you a passcode,” I said airily as I strode to my desk. While I seated myself, he remained standing. He probably wasn’t used to being on the wrong side of a desk and refused to sit in a guest chair.
“I don’t need permission to visit my daughter,” he said scornfully. “Least of all from that oaf of a butcher you call a doorman.” He began slowly pacing the room like a newly caged tiger. Because God forbid he sat in the smaller seat.
“You should at least have some courtesy, though,” I remarked. “And I’ll have you know that Tony is perfectly capable. Properly vetted, trained, the whole shebang.” I leaned back and shook my head derisively. “All I’m saying is you should give a girl a holler before showing up. It’s just uncouth, considering you swore you’d never set foot here in this particular establishment. How did you describe it? You said something rather good the last time we spoke.”