Chapter Thea
THEA
Massio leads me down the corridor, and my heart pounds against my chest with each step. “Massio, what are we doing?” The last time I was down here, I was a small child, and after witnessing my mother fucking the pool boy, I promised myself I’d never step into their private quarters again.
Massio pushes open a door and pulls me inside.
The moment we step in, I want to leave.
The door clicks shut behind us.
“This is your mother’s bedroom.” He tells me as if I don’t know already.
“Okay?”
I spin in the room. It’s a pigsty, and she’s barely been back twenty-four hours yet.
There’re clothes and makeup strewn everywhere, shoes and shopping bags covering the floor.
I’m ashamed of her lack of self-control; people work so hard for money, and she spends it so freely.
I ask myself why my father hasn’t left her; surely, one huge payout is better than numerous daily allowances?
“We’re going to fuck on her sheets,” Massio declares, and my mouth falls open. He can’t be serious?
“Deadly,” he says, and I realize I said the words out loud.
“Massio, I don’t think this is a good idea.” I bite my lip and glance at the bed. “My mother can be …” I can’t find the words to explain her.
“A bitch. I know.” He moves a pillow into the center of the bed, and I watch on. “Get on the bed on all fours and push your panties to the side.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.” He slaps my ass. “On, Thea. Let’s leave her pillow a sopping mess.”
My eyes widen, and a thrill zips up my spine. Without needing further encouragement, I climb onto the mattress and hover over the pillow. I’m doing this. I’m really doing this. I’m about to fuck on my mother’s bed, and I couldn’t be more excited.