Chapter 18 #2
“Might end up together?” he finishes for me.
I nod, and he muses his response before finally giving it to me.
“I’ve wondered about it before, but I also think that if something were going to develop between us, it would have happened by now.
I love you, tiger. We have amazing chemistry, both physically and emotionally, but we’re friends. I think that’s where we shine.”
“I think so too,” I tell him. “But if we get to fifty years old and we’re still playing this game, put me out of my misery and just marry me so I don’t die all alone.”
Laith laughs. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
I smile and meet his stare through the phone. “I love you too, you big dork.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” He winks, and with that, my screen goes black. There’s no denying the small ache in my chest, but I appreciate him. Hell, sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself.
My phone immediately rings again, and I laugh to myself, swiping my thumb across the screen to answer Laith’s call as I make my way into my closet to find wherever the hell I put my drink. “Forget something?” I chime.
“Excuse me?” my mother’s voice comes through the line.
“Huh?” I grunt, pulling my phone away and staring at the screen, wondering how the hell we ended up here, only for me to realize that in my assumption of Laith calling back, I didn’t bother to check the screen. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.”
“What did you just call me, young lady?”
“Not you, but—wait. Young lady? I’m twenty-eight. I’m hardly a child for you to reprimand.”
“And yet you still act like one.”
I roll my eyes and walk back into the bathroom before putting my call on speakerphone, allowing Izzy to overhear whatever bullshit my mother is about to spout at me. “Is there something you need, Mother?”
Izzy’s eyes go wide through the mirror, and she points at my phone in shock. “Is that your mom?” she mouths, unable to wipe the surprise off her face, but that surprise is quickly joined by the sheer excitement of the fresh bullshit she knows she’s about to get ringside seats for.
“You haven’t returned any of my calls, and I dare say you had no intention of actually answering this one. After the way you humiliated me and your father at our anni—”
“WOAH! Hold the fuck up, Mom. What have you been smoking? My father?” I scoff, the absurdity of her referring to him as that leaves me more than ready to go another round with her.
“Elias is not my father. Not even close. He’s your billionaire of the week, just some sorry bastard for you to sink your claws into and bankrupt. ”
“Don’t you dare speak about my husband in that tone, you ungrateful child. Do you have any idea how good he’s been to us?”
“To us? That man hasn’t done shit for me except keep you off my back. But that’s only because you’ve been too busy on yours.”
Izzy’s eyes all but burst out of her skull as she silently whoops and starts fist pumping the air. “Go off, girl,” she mouths again. “Get the bitch.”
“You . . . You . . . wretched child.”
I let out a heavy sigh. “Do you actually need something, or are you just calling to reprimand me for something to do? Because if so, I’m going to hang up. I have plans tonight, and you’re keeping me from them.”
“Who’s on the phone?” we hear from a deeper tone, further in the distance.
“Only my ungrateful daughter,” Mom responds before pulling out the waterworks and putting on a show for her husband. “I really don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such disdain from her. I raised her the best I could. Gave her everything I had, and she treats me like a monster.”
Gag.
“Ease up on her, Mae,” Elias says, his voice a little louder, probably getting closer, and now that I’ve spent more time with Knight, I can’t help but notice slight similarities between their tones.
“She’s just trying to find her way, and it doesn’t help that she felt attacked the other night.
Allow her time to lick her wounds. She’ll come around when she’s ready. ”
Izzy’s jaw drops, and her hand presses to her heart, her eyes going wide. “Is that . . . Is that Daddy Elias?” she whispers while my mom is distracted.
Again, I reiterate the importance of a gag.
I roll my eyes and nod as Izzy puts on a show of falling against the bathroom wall, needing to fan herself while Mom goes straight for the defense.
“Attack? Who attacked her? I simply gave my opinion on her career, and as her mother, I have every right to give my input. It’s not my fault she can’t accept someone who has a different opinion. ”
Mom and Elias go back and forth as I keep my eye on Iz, watching as she drops to her knees and mimics pulling Elias’ fly down and physically taking his dick out of his pants. My face scrunches with disgust, but when she mimes needing two hands just to hold his dick, I can’t help but laugh.
My best friend goes to town, giving Elias the best imaginary blow job he’ll ever receive. She gives an award-winning performance, pretending to gag before fondling his imaginary balls.
“Mom?” I say, wanting to get this over with while Izzy scrambles across my bathroom floor and starts digging through my cupboards before finding some props to go along with her performance. “Mom? I need to go.”
Mom lets out an irritated sigh before finally getting to the point of her call. “There will be a full family dinner at our home in a few days. Attendance is mandatory. No negotiations.”
“You’re kidding if you think I’m going to another dinner at your place.”
Izzy jumps straight back into her performance, gripping Elias’ two-hander cock and getting back to work, somehow gagging on that thing.
“As I said, Harper-Rayn, it is non-negotiable. You will be there whether you like it or not,” she says as Izzy adds sound effects. “Elias has invited his brother, and Jonah has agreed to bring the family. You will not ruin this for me.”
Hmmm. Knight is going to be there? Suddenly this doesn’t seem so bad. “Fine, I’ll be there,” I say, eyeing my best friend with curiosity. “But I’m bringing Izzy.”
Mom groans. “Why do you have to be difficult about everything?”
Izzy reaches the climax of her performance, still kneeling on the shower floor, and squirts cum, otherwise known as my good body wash, all over her tits.
She reaches up and grips my shower head before holding it by her pussy and turning it on, letting water shoot across the shower, mimicking that her favorite Slater brother left her gushing like a waterfall, and all I can do is give her a round of applause.
“I’ll see you there with Izzy, or I won’t see you at all,” I tell Mom. “Now if you don’t mind, I need to go.”
Mom groans again, and before I can get another word in, she ends the call, leaving me grinning at my best friend.
“Ten out of ten performance,” I tell her, holding up every last finger I’ve got just to get my point across. “The props really put you on the map, but if you knew the things I’ve done with that showerhead, you wouldn’t be so comfortable with it.”
Izzy gapes at me, getting to her feet and putting the showerhead back in its holder. “You’re such a little skank,” she tells me, which is rich coming from the woman who just gave an award-winning air blow job to my stepfather. “I think I’m going to need a shower.”
“To clean the cum off your tits or to cool off?”
“Both,” Izzy laughs and after peeling her clothes off, she adjusts the water temperature. “Wait. Did I hear you right? Did you just force an invitation to your mom’s family dinner on me?”
“You bet your cum-covered tits I did.”
She lets out a heavy sigh. “Okay, but you should fully expect that I’m going to try and rail your step-daddy,” she tells me. “If you accidentally walk into a room to see a repeat performance of what you just saw, mind your business.”
“Noted,” I say, and with that, Izzy steps under the water, starting the whole getting-ready process right from the beginning.