Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
“I don’t think anyone is home, Ruen.” She’d been ringing the doorbell nonstop for the past five minutes.
“Bullshit. I saw the curtains moving upstairs when we pulled up.” Ruen pressed the doorbell harder and faster as if that would make Jada answer.
“Let’s just go,” I said, feeling defeated.
Who cared if Jada was my birth mom? It wouldn’t change anything between us. Besides, I was already estranged from one mom. I didn’t need another to not talk to.
“Well, she’s obviously not going to answer, so unless you plan on kicking the door down, there’s nothing else we can do.”
Ruen sighed and finally let off on the doorbell. She glared at the door for a second before turning her head toward me. “It’s a really nice house,” she remarked out of the blue.
I’d been in awe of the large white modern farmhouse and immaculate front lawn that Jada probably took for granted. My parents had both earned decent wages but nothing that could have afforded them this. Still, I hadn’t wanted for anything, including affection. Our humble home in our quiet neighborhood had more than kept my cup full.
“Yeah,” I mumbled begrudgingly. “It really is. Whoa! What are you doing?”
Ruen had reached inside the backpack she’d pulled from her trunk when we arrived for some reason and produced a can of permanent spray paint.
She was now hard at work drawing huge rainbow dongs on the immaculate door.
“Are you crazy?” I screamed. I looked around to make sure we weren’t seen and spotted some nosy Karen eyeing us from across the street as she walked her dog. “Shit!”
“No, thanks,” Ruen said as she grabbed a white can from her bag and started drawing semen, to make it look like the dicks were ejaculating. “I took one before I left home.”
“Will you stop before someone calls the cops?” Ruen rolled her eyes but caved and shoved the spray paint back in her bag. “I can’t believe you did that,” I scolded. “If they have cameras, we’re screwed.”
“Relax,” Ruen said as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. “There aren’t any cameras. People move to neighborhoods like these and get too comfortable. They barely remember to lock their doors and windows.”
“I guess you’d know,” I shot back.
Ruen didn’t respond. She was too focused on watching the opposite end of the street and the SUV turning in.
The pearl-white Benz drew closer. Ruen and I seemed to hold our breath when it slowed and turned into the driveway.
“Fuck.”
“Guess she wasn’t home after all,” Ruen muttered.
I glared at her, but her predatory gaze was already fixed on Jada as she climbed out of the car and eyed us warily as she approached.
“Ladies,” she greeted. Her gaze shifted between Ruen and me before settling on me. “How can I help you?”
“Someone vandalized your door,” Ruen blurted before I could speak. “He went that way.” She pointed down the street.
“I’m sorry to drop in unannounced,” I said, swiftly changing the subject when Jada’s focus traveled to her door full of dicks. “We need to talk.”
“Do we?” Jada shot back. “I barely know you.”
“You told Owen that you were my birth mother.”
Jada studied her fresh acrylic set. “So.”
It stung a little—the way Jada was clearly ready to discard me all over again. “Don’t you think you should prove it?”
“And why would I do that?”
I took a step closer, ready to forget that I came out of her pussy and knock the bitch on her ass. “Because you ruined my relationship.”
“Did I? You seemed to be doing that all on your own. Joren told me about how you purposely tracked them down. What’s still unclear is why. Was it money? Did your little scheme fail, and now you’re after mine? I mean, damn, little girl. I couldn’t get rid of you fast enough when you were born, but you can’t seem to take the hint. I gave you up, which means I don’t owe you shit. Do us all a favor and go back to where I left you.”
“I don’t want your money, Jada, and I’m not looking for a mom. I have one. A great one. The best one. I’ll admit that I wondered about you when I found out I was adopted. I wondered what you looked like and if I looked like you. I wondered if you were okay and if you were happy. I wondered if you ever thought about me. And then I met you, and I realized none of that mattered. You did the most motherly thing someone as poisonous as you could do. You gave me up. I’m grateful to you, Jada. I can’t imagine the kind of person I’d be if you hadn’t, but I know I would be no one worth knowing. I don’t need or want shit from you.” I paused. “Well, there is one thing.”