into their room with Mom.
My grandparents would sometimes stop by and go into my parents’ bedroom to see Mom and then come out to visit with us. It was when I was around thirteen or fourteen that Mom and Dad sat me down and explained that I had a sister who died while still in my mom’s stomach. I saw how upset my mom got talking about it and, in that moment, I realized that I was simply a replacement child for the one they lost.
I’ve never told them I felt that. Instead, I became the wild child, doing my own thing and not caring what anyone thought.
“Care bear?” My dad squeezes my hand and pulls me out of my thoughts. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing, Daddy. I’m just tired.”
The rest of our lunch, we keep the conversation light, and I realize that I do need to call my mom. When we finish, he leads me outside and we stop by his truck.
“Don’t be a stranger, and call your mother.”
I wrap my arms around his middle. “I will. I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.” I stand on the sidewalk and watch him climb in his truck and then drive away.
“Was that your dad?”
I scream. I turn around to find the asshole, Damien, standing behind me and again looking at me like I’m an idiot.
“Nope, that was my lover.” In a huff I turn and start walking away, but he stops me with a hand on my arm.
“Whatever, smartass. I heard you call him dad.” His lip curls in a smirk, but I will not be turned on by it because he’s a jerk.
“Well, this was fun. See you later,” I say before turning away from him and walking as fast as I can down the street to my car. With a quick glance, I look behind me and find Damien still standing down the street, looking at me. Aviator sunglasses shield his eyes, so I can’t see them. A girl in a tiny little skirt and tank top appears out of nowhere, wrapping her arms around Damien. I should look away, I shouldn’t care, but my stomach clenches as I watch his hand slide down her back until it settles on her ass.
With a shake of my head, I climb inside my car and head home to take a nap. I work tonight, so I want to make sure I’m well-rested. When I pull into the parking lot of my apartment complex, I see that Abby’s gone and feel a little bummed. I was hoping to get the scoop on the guy she’s dating. I know they’re spending a lot of time together and are getting really serious. I’ve seen him in passing, but I haven’t had the chance to formally meet him yet. All I know is that he’s a babe and Abby is one lucky girl.
I walk up the sidewalk, toward our door. The fragrant scent of the flowers that line the walkway wrap around me. I have no green thumb, so I don’t know what type of flowers they are, but they’re a beautiful mixture of deep purples and vibrant whites.
I make my way inside our apartment and head straight to my room. I’m on edge, and I know what I need to calm me down. My clothes hit the floor as I strip naked and then crawl into my bed. I grab my vibrator out of the drawer in my nightstand. With my purple monstrosity in my hand, I lie flat on my back and close my eyes. I’m really good at conjuring up fantasies in my head. Of course my stupid brain picks Damien.
We’re the only two at the club. He’s been his usual asshole self to me, but tonight it’s got me hot and bothered and so wet. I bite my lip as he walks toward me with that arrogant swagger of his. My pussy convulses as he looks me up and down and then very slowly licks his lips. An involuntary moan escapes my lips at his actions.
When he’s right in front of me, he whispers, “Play with your nipples.”
I pinch and roll them between my fingers. I can feel myself getting wet as I continue to play with them.
I moan as he tells me to slide my hand down my body to my pussy. My fingers slide through my wet pussy, and I grab my vibrator, turning it on. His lips finally touch my neck, and I cry out as his teeth grab onto the skin of my neck.
He