Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I make myself leave the bedroom before I do something I can’t take back. She’s a fucking virgin. I thought she was too young to begin with. Reality has reached up and punched me right in the face.
My phone vibrates with messages. I snag it off the nightstand and exit the bedroom, leaving the door cracked. I start some coffee and scroll through the messages as I wait. I see a couple from my mom and one from an unknown number.
Fuck me. I drop my phone down on the counter, pouring myself a drink. I hear the elevator go off and grab another cup of coffee. There is only one other person that has a key and access to my place, and it’s my mom.
A few seconds later she comes strolling into the kitchen with a box of bagels in her hand. I walk over to her and give her a kiss on the cheek, setting my coffee down on top of the high-top counter at the breakfast bar.
“How is my favorite son?” she teases me as she sits down. I go to the fridge and get her creamer.
“I’m good.”
“Are you sure? It’s after ten and you’re still in your pajamas.”
“Pajamas?” I laugh. I’m in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. She is right though, this is out of the ordinary for me.
I’m an early riser. There was no exception today either. Only difference is that I spent my morning staring at the beautiful girl in my bed that shouldn't have been there. If it was any other day I would have already worked out and been fully dressed.
“You know what I mean.” She takes a sip of her coffee.
“I thought you were coming over later today.” My mom has always been welcome no matter where I lived. Even when I was states away, she still had keys to my place. I never had to worry about her walking in and me having a woman here. Until now.
“I was in the neighborhood.” I know she is feeding me a white lie, but I let it slide. I can tell there is something weighing on her mind.
“That Tiffany girl is popping up everywhere I go.”
She cringes. “I’m sorry. I did not invite her to that game.”
“I figured as much, but she’s getting close to crossing the line.”
“Really?” Mom’s whole tone and demeanor changes. “I guess she needs a stronger sign then. I’ll handle it.”
“I can handle it. I just wanted to make sure you’re aware.”
“No. I’ll deal with it. It’s better this way. If she’s doing underhanded things, who knows what she is capable of. I need to nip it in the bud now.”
“Thanks.” I would go on ignoring her in hopes she’d get the message, but I know it’s irritating Willow. It needs to come to a stop.
“I need coffee.” Willow’s soft voice floats my way. My mom jerks around in her chair to see Willow standing there. Her hair's a mess, and she’s only wearing one of my shirts that goes to her knees. She looks well fucked and if my mom weren’t sitting right here, I’d bend her over the breakfast bar and fuck her until she was screaming my name.
I watch as Willow drops her hand from her face that was rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It takes her a second to realize what’s going on. Her mouth falls open when she sees my mom. A pretty pink blush creeps up her cheeks.
“Willow?” Mom pushes her chair back to get a better view. Willow shifts on her feet a bit.
“Hi.” She gives a small wave. “I’ll be right back.” She turns around, darting back down the hallway. Mom’s head whips around to look at me.
“I knew it! I told your dad you kept looking at that girl during the game.”
“Am I that obvious?” Shit. I run my hand down my face. This girl has turned my whole world upside down. She makes me want things I’ve never given much thought to before. I knew I was out of my fucking mind when I came in her last night. Yet, I have no regrets. I would do it again if given the opportunity. I want to chase her little ass down the hallway and do it right now.
“Not to anyone else, but you’ve never looked out at the stands before.” I reach over to pick up my coffee and take a long drink. If anyone was going to notice, it would be my mom. She picks up on everything. “She’s young.”
“I don’t care.” The words pass my lips easily, considering the inner battle I’ve been having with myself about Willow.
“All right.”
“That’s all you’ve got to say?” I thought she would have a little more to add. Or at least ask me some more questions.
“Theo, I’ve never known you to not know what you are doing, even when you were a little boy. Once you made up your mind to do something or have something, nothing could deter your determination. There was no stopping you until you achieved your goal. The only thing that’s changed in that scenario is that you're a hell of a lot bigger now.” She gives me that warm smile of hers that has always put me at ease.