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"Mom." I sigh. "Look, it's early. I have to get ready for work. Was there something else you wanted to ask me about other than if I'm coming to Florida anytime soon? Because the answer is no."
"No. Is it that wrong of me to want to speak to my eldest daughter?"
"No, Mom. It's not."
"Where are the kids? Let me say good morning to them."
"They went out for doughnuts," I say quickly because I know if she finds out that they're sleeping at the neighbor's house, she will have a heart attack. We don’t do sleepovers in this family.
"Okay. Well, you could've just told me your sister took the kids out for doughnuts. She's such a good mother."
"Yeah, Mom. She's such a great mother. She's living with me and my best friend in a two-bedroom apartment, not working, and trying to become a reality TV star. But hey, yeah, she’s mother of the year."
"Are you being sarcastic, Zara?" My mother’s tone changes.
"No, Mom. I'm just joking around like always."
"Dad and I were wondering if you were seeing anyone and if you’re planning on having any kids any?—"
"Mom, I got to go." I hang up and look over at Lila, who's pouring freshly brewed coffee into two mugs. "Mothers.”
"You okay? Milk and sugar?"
"Always," I say, nodding gratefully. She pours some milk, adds two spoonfuls of sugar to my coffee, and brings the cup over to me. "Thank you," I say, taking a long, deep gulp of the bitter yet delicious liquid. "This is amazing," I tell her, though it's really not. I would much rather have a coffee from a coffee shop with full cream and mocha, but that's not in my budget.
"So, tell me more about last night. Or is it too soon?"
"Is what too soon?" I say.
"Is it too soon for you to go into the details without it hurting?" she asks like I just lost my husband of ten years. I try not to roll my eyes at her. I love Lila, but my mom has irritated me even more than I was already irritated, and I’m in a bad mood.
"It doesn't hurt, Lila. Am I annoyed and frustrated and angry that I slept with American Psycho number three? Yeah, I am, but…"
"American Psycho number three." She starts laughing. "Good one."
"I mean, he wasn't that bad in bed. And fine," I say as I take another sip of coffee and feel myself getting a bit more energy, "it started off great. I'm not going to lie. From the moment our eyes met in the bar, I felt something."
"There was definitely chemistry between you guys. I could see it myself. It was palpable," she says dramatically. "Pal-pa-ble." She draws out the syllables.
"Yeah, it felt like a dream, to be honest. When we got to The Plaza, I felt like a princess—a half-dressed princess, but the sentiment was the same. I wish I would've had more time to just look around and enjoy the setting. But obviously, Zeus didn't care about that because he only had me there for one reason."
"Was it worth it?" she asks in a low voice and I sit with her question for a couple of seconds, just sipping on my coffee. "Zara, tell me."
"It was fucking worth it." I nod and grimace as I remember the feel of his body on mine. "I hate to say it because he's a jerk, but fuck, it was worth it."
Her eyes widen. "So you orgasmed?"
"More than once," I say, nodding and blushing. "I mean, at least he was good for something."
"You don't regret it then?”
"No," I say honestly. "I mean, I'm annoyed, yes. But only because he was a dick in the end. But I guess I wasn't going to see him again anyway, so what does it matter?"
"So, you had fun?"
"Yeah, I had fun." I pause. "Until this morning. But hey, I got him back."
"What do you mean you got him back?" she asks. "What did you do?"
