“You don’t care about Melissa that much to check up on her anymore,” I said through gritted teeth. “What do you really want?”
She stayed quiet for a few moments, and I could hear her tapping her fake nails against a table. “I heard you went out on a date the other night.”
There it was. There was always something.
“What’s her name?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Her name’s Julie, isn’t it?” She chuckled and swallowed loud enough for me to hear. “She’s young and so pretty. Way out of your league. You should get back together with that piece of trailer trash you were dating a few years ago. You know, the one with the bad tit job. She’s more your type.”
“Why don’t you care about Melissa anymore?” I asked, so desperate to know why.
All I had ever wanted since our divorce was for her to treat Melissa well. Every time I picked up the phone, I wanted her to ask about Melissa and really fucking care. She wasn’t the same woman she had been when I married her.
“But … I heard the trailer trash cheated on you. Is that right?” She laughed again. “Guess that’s all you’re good for—”
I hung up the phone and rubbed my forehead, not about to deal with another second of her putting me down.
My phone buzzed again in my hand, and I almost threw it across the room. But a text message popped up on the screen. Linda never texted me. I glanced down at it, seeing Julie’s name on the screen.
Julie: Wanna come over tonight? I’m making your favorite—grilled oysters. ;)
I took a deep breath, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, and gazed out my bedroom window, watching Mia lay on her pool chair, rubbing sunscreen on her pale chest. She looked absolutely miserable as she watched Mason in the pool with some of the other girls.
When she glanced up at the house, I backed away and took a deep breath, trying hard not to think about her back in my bed, her pussy tightening around my cock, her back arching, her lips parted ever so slightly. Her eyes lighting up when she had seen me from across the bar the other night, the way her head had tilted into my hand when I pushed a strand of hair from her face, the waymyheart had raced when she smiled.
God, it was wrong, so fucking wrong. She was my daughter’s best friend. I shouldn’t have touched her, never mind … felt likethis.
Me: Rain check? I have plans with my daughter tonight.
To my surprise, Julie didn’t text back as quickly as she usually did. I placed the phone back onto the dresser and walked back down the stairs and out to the pool.
The only plan I had tonight was with Mia.
CHAPTER13
MIA
Istared at Mr. Bryne from across the yard. After what had happened in his bedroom, I tried to avoid him at all costs. But Mason wanted to stay at this party all night, and Melissa begged me to stay over, so all chances of avoiding him kind of went right out the window.
Shirt off, towel hanging off his shoulder, he stood by the grill and aimlessly flipped burgers, looking as if he was lost in his own little world. Some girls from the sorority stood by him, their tits hanging out of their stupid little bikinis as they talked to him. I clenched my jaw and pulled out my phone, texting Mom.
Me: Hope you’re doing all right. I’ll come see you tomorrow.
She texted back a few moments later.
Mom: Can’t wait to see you. Love you with everything.
I smiled, and then another text came through.
Mom: Is Mason coming?
I glanced over at Mason, sitting by Melissa and some of the other guys from his frat.
Me: No.
Mom sent me a frowny-face emoji, andmyfrown deepened.God, why do I feel like this? Why can’t I love Mason and think he’s the most perfect person in the entire world?
