Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She wrapped her arms around him, and he pressed his hands either side of the bed as he drove inside her, going hard and deep.
Her pussy was a fucking dream. He loved being inside her, and knew there was nowhere else he wanted to be.
Luca felt the first stirrings of his orgasm starting to build and as he approached that peak, he stared into Tillie’s eyes and knew he was falling for her.
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Tillie stared across the table at her mother. It had been a long time since she and Bella Goodwin had enjoyed a meal together. Tillie knew she’d been close to five or six since they last did this. They had left one of the beauty pageants and her mother was so excited, she’d talked animatedlyenchantedly the whole time.
She didn’t know why it was important for her to reach out to her mother. After hearing Luca talk about his past experiences in the foster system and how other kids felt, she didn’t want to take her mother for granted.
“I was shocked to get your call, Tillie,” Bella said, taking a seat. “I thought you had forgotten you had a mother.”
Tillie smiled as she watched her mom. “I hadn’t forgotten. A lot has been going on.”
“Tell me about it. I suppose you heard what happened with Uncle Ed?” Bella asked.
“Yeah, Luca told me.”
“Bad business.” Bella wrinkled her nose.
“You know Luca didn’t have a choice, right?” She hated the thought of her mother not liking the decisions Luca made.
“Oh, honey, I know. I meant bad business as in what your Uncle Ed was doing. He was supposed to be trusted and I know your father is not happy. He feels betrayed.” Bella tutted.
The waiter came over and Tillie was so nervous. Her mother ordered some sparkling water and the chicken salad. Tillie ordered the same salad, but a still water. She’d never been able to enjoy sparkling water.
Bella glanced around the restaurant and then turned her attention back to her. Tillie smiled at her, and then felt incredibly silly because she didn’t have a clue what to say.
“I’m sorry,” she said, blurting the first thing that came to her mind.
“My dear, what on earth for?” Bella asked.
“Sucking, not wanting to do the whole beauty pageant thing, and you know, ruining our friendship.”
Bella frowned. “Excuse me?”
“I know you’ve not liked me since, and we’ve kind of had a difficult relationship after the whole beauty pageant thing, and I want to say I am really sorry.” She was just vomiting words right now and didn’t have a single clue what to say about any of it.
The waiter came, and his presence was a welcome relief and a distraction. Tillie thanked him and part of her wished she could get him to stay, but her mother was looking at her strangely. The reprieve left and Tillie nibbled her lip.
“Honey, you think I don’t like you?”
Tillie opened her mouth and closed it. “We’ve always had a difficult relationship.”
“And hold on a second, you thought you were the one to cancel the whole beauty pageant thing?” Bella asked.
Now it was time for Tillie to be confused. “I told Dad and Grandma and Grandpa were there, and then Dad said we were never doing it anymore and I thought it was because of me.”
Bella threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, my, it would seem, Tillie dear, you and I have been at lost purposes.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I love you, Tillie. You’re my daughter, and I will always love you, just like I love David, but I was the one who went to your father and told him I couldn’t stand the beauty pageants. As far as I was concerned, my daughter was full of talent and I didn’t need to find it. I also hated having to dress you up like a princess. I loved seeing you in your muddy jeans and stained clothes. It filled me with so much joy.”
“It did?” Tillie asked.
Bella sighed and reached for her bag, pulling out her purse, and then she presented Tillie with a picture she didn’t realize her mother had. It was one of her, alone, but covered in mud. Her ponytail was falling to the side, and her clothes were a mess. Tillie remembered that was the day she and David were out in the garden, playing football or something. It had started to rain but it was also so warm that neither of them wanted to go inside. She didn’t know her mother took pictures.
“I had no idea you took pictures. I thought you hated that day.”
“No, I loved it. I was worried. You were a feisty young girl, and I feared you’d break David’s arm, but you two have always played well together. It was an awesome day.”
“If you’re the one who told Dad about the pageants and that you hated them, why did you make me go?”