I clenched on him, and he tensed.
“Mia, please.”
Yet he didn’t stop pounding into me. My cunt filled with warmth, nipples rubbing against the bar.
“Mia …”
I slid down to my knees, crossed my arms under my breasts to hold them together, and looked up at him through my lashes. He jerked his cock, lips parted and eyes fixed on me.
“Why don’t you come on my face instead?” I asked.
He placed a hand on my chin, holding me steady, and came all over my lips. He groaned quietly to himself, closing his eyes, and I stood up and swept the cum off the corner of my lips with my finger. He stumbled back and took a deep breath, gazing at me with those sinister eyes again. Those eyes that made me feel things I shouldn’t.
I grabbed my clothes and a glass of water from the sink, listening to my phone buzz on the counter.Orangegate Assisted Livingflashed on my screen.Mom? Why is she calling this late?Usually, when she called, it was on her own phone.
“Hello?” I said, picking up a glass of water and gulping it down. Afterthat, I needed to cool down before I talked to her.
“Mia?” Susan said through the phone, her voice laced with worry.
I furrowed my brows. “Yes? Is everything okay?”
“Your mother …”
My heart dropped. “What about Mom?”
“Your mother had another brain aneurysm.”
The glass fell from my hand. The sound of it shattering against the counter echoed throughout the room. My heart dropped.
Mom had another brain aneurysm? Another one?I gulped.
“No,” I whispered. No. I’d just seen her. Everything was okay. Everything had been fine. “You—you’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.”
“She’s at the hospital now.”
Oh my God. What had she done to deserve this? She’d worked so hard to get better. So damn hard. And now … this …
My lips trembled. She wouldn’t recover from this one. It was a miracle she’d recovered from the first. A second one would kill her.
CHAPTER16
MIA
“Mia,” Michael said, brows furrowed together.
He stared at me with eyes filled with pure worry, and … and it felt weird. He hadn’t looked at me like that before. No man had looked at me like that for years.
The phone fell from my hand, and my upper body collapsed onto the bar counter, a shrill cry escaping my lips. No, this couldn’t be happening again. This … I …
My eyes filled with tears, and I didn’t even try to stop them from rushing down my face.
I could distantly hear Susan talking through the phone that was now on the ground, and I stomped right on it to shut her up. If I hadn’t left Mom there … if I had brought her home with me, maybe it wouldn’t have happened. Maybe—another loud cry—maybe she still would have been happy and healthy.
Michael pulled my upper body off the counter, trying to hold me upright. “Shit …” he said under his breath.
I gazed down at the counter to see broken glass, spilled water, and blood—my blood.
“We have to get you cleaned up.”
