“Shut up.” I slapped his chest, which rumbled with laughter.
It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep with a smile on my face.
42
CALL HIM DADDY
CHELSEA
Mom was going to pick up Noah from my apartment, so Sean had driven us to my place even though I insisted on taking the bus.
“You should leave before she arrives,” I said, folding the laundry while Noah played with Rory in the living room. It had been a few weeks since I came to my apartment and soon I was going to move in with Sean because he forced me to. I was excited to take the next step in our relationship, but I was scared to confront my mom about me and Sean. What if she still has feelings for him or she blows up or?—
My attention moved to my hot older boyfriend when he mumbled something, his head planted on my lap. I was sitting cross-legged on the small queen-sized bed with a tall giant in work clothes, taking a nap.
“You’re so clingy for a Daddy,” I said, running my hand through his soft thick hair.
He opened his eyes, glaring at me. “I’m not,” he said, leaning up and pushing me down on the bed.
I chuckled, trying to escape, when his arms tightened around me. “Sean, stop—ah!” I laughed, his fingers tickling my waist. He was a monster tickler. Henevertook mercy on me.
Not until I begged him with sexual favors in return.
“Okay, okay, stop, please.” I was panting, eyes glassy with tears, when he finally relented, his large frame hovering above me. I blinked up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You’re so mean,” I whispered, pouting my lips.
Sean grinned, claiming my lips in a soft kiss. “You still lov?—”
The door to my room opened, and we both pulled away when I heard a gasp. My eyes widened seeing my mom standing in the doorway, covering her mouth and looking between me and Sean. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.
“Mom!” I sat up too fast, smacking my head with Sean, both of us groaning. “I’msosorry,” I said in a rushed breath, rubbing his head and he did the same with me.
“Are you okay?” He asked, straightening up and helping me off the bed. “I think she’s pissed.”
You think?
This is so bad.
She had rushed out of my room as quick as she had entered.Why couldn’t she knock?But then it would be harder to explain why Sean was in my room. I had planned to talk to her soon, but seeing us like that—I didn’t know if she would ever listen to me or understand me. I didn’t know what I would do if I saw my ex-high-school-boyfriend making out with my daughter in a tiny bed.
Sean helped me fix my clothes, and I was glad we weren’t having sex, or it could have been much,muchworse. Patting my hair, I said, “I’ll go talk to her.”
He held my wrist before I could leave. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“She might blow up on you.” I shook my head. “I need to do this alone.”
He nodded, parting his lips to say something, but closed them, wishing me good luck instead.
I needed all the luck in the world to face my mom.
Rory told me she had taken the elevator to go downstairs, so I took the stairs, hopping on my feet to get into my sneakers. I was panting by the time I made it to the ground floor.
“Mom!” I yelled when I saw her blond hair. “Mom, stop!” I ran after her, but thankfully she was pacing in the parking lot, running her hand over her face.
“What the hell have you been doing, Chelsea?” I flinched at her harsh tone, her eyes wide when she faced me. She didn’t look composed, even in her formal attire. Her face was flushed, with lips pursed in a thin line. “I didn’t send you off to this godforsaken place to hook-up with people! Especially,thatman?—”
“I’m not hooking up with people, Mom,” I said, trying to remain calm. “Let me explain what happened.”
“I know what I saw!” She raised her arms in the air. “You were giggling and kissing Sean! As if you were teenagers.”
