Surprise, motherfucker!
A sinister smile played on my lips.
Chapter 31
Thierry
20 years ago…
Summer had been in full effect. The beer was flowing and girls had been plentiful, but there was only one girl I wanted. Talia Giancomo had been waiting for me to pick her up. She was a freshman at upstate New York College of Cortland.
I had arrived on campus, getting looks from all the girls in sight. She had told me that she would be in the library waiting. She had one more assignment that she needed to finish up and then she would be done.
I’d found the library, and then maneuvered around a few students and found her with her face furrowed. Surprising her, I’d leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“Hey baby,” I whispered.
She’d held up a finger. “Alll…mosssttt….and done! My summer break is in session.”
She had tilted her head up, smelling of cinnamon. I would have fucked her right then and there but there were a few people still in the commons.
“Just need to print this and drop it under my professor’s door. This was a last-minute thing the department asked me to do.”
“Sure,” I said and looked behind her to find her luggage waiting. “I see you’re all packed.”
She gave me another smile and stood and leaned in close. “Don’t worry, most of that’s bikinis.”
Picking up her rolling suitcases, we parted ways. My car was parked nearby so it wasn’t a long trek. When Talia finally arrived at the sporty little black Lamborgini I’d driven, she looked so happy. Our families were spending the summer together. The Scarpetta and Giancomo families were the best of friends. We had about an hour’s drive ahead of us until we reached the lake house. Everyone was already there waiting for us. I had insisted on picking up Talia.
Her long tanned legs were stretched out on the dashboard before we could even take off. I couldn’t wait to wrap them around my waist as I slipped the bikini to the side and slid into her…
It’d been months.
“God, I’m so ready for this,” Talia had murmured from the passenger seat.
“Oh really?” A knowing smile had drifted to my lips.
“Don’t be nasty,” she replied. “I need some sun in my life. These classes are killing me. And I need lots of mixed drinks. Your dad still makes the best sex on the beach.”
“Please don’t ever mention my dad and sex on the beach ever again,” I shook my head.
My foot had been accelerating hard as hell, as we sped around the curves and corners.
We’d been carefree.
We’d been in love.
But that summer had changed everything.
Three weeks into nonstop fun, and lounging on the docks, I’d gotten so drunk I’d fallen asleep early. Talia had been staying in my room naturally so when I finally woke up and I couldn’t find her I figured she was probably smoking weed somewhere.
The clock on the nightstand had glared at me. The red numbers were angry and telling me that it was just a few minutes after one in the morning. Sitting up and stretching, I'd grabbed a bottle of water. It went down easy.
When a few minutes had passed and Talia hadn’t popped back up, I’d gone in search of her. Stumbling into her bedroom, it was dark and her bed was still made. She’d never even stepped foot in the room.
I’d rubbed at the back of my neck, still feeling the effects of the alcohol. Making my way outside, under the light of the biggest full moon I’d ever seen, I started down to the docks.
I heard laughter and immediately identified it as Talia. Something told me to wait and see who she was with and what she was doing. Carefully, I had eased onto the docks and there she was, on top of my father fucking his brains out.
