Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Getting your ass ready before you change your mind.”
It ends up taking us a little longer than I anticipated to leave the house. Much, much longer, actually, but that’s what she gets for having such a sweet little pussy. My mouth is still watering as we pull up to her mom’s house and I park the car. Maybe I should get her off again before we go inside.
“No.” She gives me a look before I have a chance to offer. “I can practically hear what you’re thinking, and it’s not happening.”
“Maybe it will make me relax?” I give her my biggest smile, and she rolls her eyes even as she blushes.
“I’ve seen what happens to you when you go down on me, and nothing about it is relaxed.”
“Come on. Just a little one before we go inside.” My hand is already sliding between her legs and up her skirt, but just then the front doors of the house open and Janet comes walking out. “Well, that’s one way to get my cock to soften.”
Zelly snorts as I get out and come around to the other side and open her door for her. She takes my hand, and by the time she steps out, Janet is there to pull her into a hug.
“Please tell me he’s finally bringing you home.” She cuts her eyes to me briefly before releasing her daughter and looking her up and down. “Did you change your hair?” She cocks her head to the side like she’s looking to spot the difference.
“No, Mom.” Zelly smiles hesitantly at me, and I can see she’s afraid she made a mistake. Now that she’s back here and her mom is in front of us, all her fears are coming back to the surface.
I thought something like this might happen, but I’m not going to disappear again. Not ever again. Right now, Zelly needs me to show her that I’ll always be by her side even if her mother and brother have a problem with it.
“We’re here to talk, Janet,” I say before I slide my hand around Zelly’s waist and pull her against my side. “I think you should sit down for this.”
If looks could kill, I’d be in a million tiny pieces, but lucky for me I grew up with Richard Evermore as a father. I learned the hard way that backing down only gives them power, and I won’t have an ounce of it stripped from Zelly.
Chapter Fifteen
ZELLY
My body melts into Flynn’s when he wraps his arm around me. I know it’s his way of telling me that he’s not only with me, but no matter what is about to be said, we’ll still be together at the end of it. Of course Flynn wouldn’t let me go, but my mother can be intimidating. She means well, but she doesn’t know everything. Most people run the other way instead of going head to head with her.
She has no idea what it’s like to grow up with a shitty family. Then for Flynn to lose his mom at such a young age. It pisses me off that all this time she has been treating Flynn horribly while Ella was accepted with open arms. My mom goes out of her way to make her a part of our family, but she’s never done the same for Flynn.
“Am I going to need a drink for this?” Mom asks as we follow her into the main house.
“Celebrations often have toasts, so sure, why not,” Flynn says, and my mom levels him with one of her iconic glares. He smiles pleasantly, and I love that she doesn’t faze him in the least.
“Here.” Mom nods to the sitting room we never use.
“Not there.” I stop her. “I’m not a guest, and neither is Flynn. He’s been here hundreds of times.” I turn to walk toward my brother's office across from the sitting room. The double doors are open with no one inside.
“That was a long time ago. Things change.” My mom’s heels click loudly on the marble entryway as she chases after us to keep up.
“My brother wouldn’t mind if Flynn or I used his office.” I sit down on one of the smaller sofas in the room, and Flynn does the same, keeping himself pressed against me. His hand never leaves my hip. “Besides, it’s fitting for what we’re here to discuss. This is a business transaction, isn’t it?” The sarcasm drips from my words.
“What is?” my brother asks when he appears in the doorway.
“Me, I’m a business transaction,” I snip, and then I feel Flynn’s thumb stroke my side like he’s trying to cool my rising anger.
“You mean your upcoming engagement?” Leo enters the room and then leans against his desk casually.
“Not so upcoming,” Flynn mutters.
“I think I’ll have that drink.” My mom walks over to the bar next to the fireplace and pours herself a finger of scotch.