26
MY PHONE PINGS AGAIN, but I don’t care.
“Don’t… you… d-dare stop,” I say, my words a desperate whimper.
I close my eyes and let him take me there, where he’s taken me countless times before. When the climax grabs a hold of me, it is all consuming, and I let myself get carried away in it. I moan softly as it leaves me, silently thanking Oscar.
Oscar wears a cocky satisfied smile. “I bet Matt can’t do that quite like I do. He doesn’t know what you like.”
I pull back from him. It was such a beautiful moment, and he had to ruin it with his stupid mouth. “What? Is that what this was about? You’re marking your territory?”
He shakes his head. “No, I just… I didn’t want you to forget how fucking good I make you feel, Kayla.”
My phone pings yet again. This time, I reach for it right away. Oscar’s face is wet, and my panties are still crumpled on the floor. It’s a text from Corrie.
It’s happening. Get your mom over here.
What are u waiting for????????
Are you there?
—
I reply quickly.I’m on it.
I’m completely flusteredas I scramble into my panties and struggle to put my shoe back on. “Sorry, I gotta go.”
Oscar eyes me with a confused expression, full of hurt. “Kayla, it’s not—”
I grab my clutch off the sofa. “It’s not you,” I’m quick to explain. “It’s my mom… the plan.”
He follows me as I scurry out of the library. “Can I help?”
“No, this is a one woman job.”
I quickly find my mother, who is happily chatting with her friends. She’s so happy, she’s practically glowing. Her little perfect world is about to go crashing down and it breaks my heart. I nudge her on the shoulder. “Mom…”
She turns to me, a concerned expression tracing her features. “What is it, sweetie?”
“I’m really cold,” I tell her. “I was wondering if you could lend me that cashmere sweater of yours.”
She smiles kindly. “My little Kay-Kay… always so chilly.”
I feign a smile. “I haven’t changed.”
“Sure, just go up to my room upstairs… you can’t miss it. My sweaters are in the bottom drawer in the dresser with the mirror.”
“I… I don’t know.” I falter a little. “I don’t want to go up there alone. It’s Mark’s room too. What if he catches me in your dresser? Can you come with me?”
I catch a hint of an eye roll before she concedes. “Sure, why not. It’ll give me the chance to show you our gorgeous view up there.”
Our heels click-clack on the stairs as we walk up to the second floor. My pulse races frantically. I feel like I might vomit. I breathe in a long yoga breath through my nose and exhale through my mouth. As we near the top of the landing, we run into Corrie, who is completely flustered. “Someone was in the bottom washroom,” she explains to my mom. “So…”
Mom smiles. “It’s fine. I’ve told everyone they could use the upstairs washroom.”
My heart shoots into overdrive again. I can’t take this. I feel faint all of a sudden, and hold on tightly to the banister as we step onto the landing. My legs are actually trembling as we walk to their bedroom. I have never, ever done anything this devious before.
Mom opens the door slowly with a confused expression, and the first thing I notice is how dark the room is. When we enter the room, we hear Mark moaning. Mom doesn’t turn on the light — she just stands there. I can’t read her expression because it’s so dark. Pure darkness, save for the moonlight streaming through the large windows.
