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I take the highway as fast as I can and dodge between cars and trucks as I race for home, for the security of my own bed and house. My phone pings, and the dual emotions of fear and hope spring up. Is it Mimi?
Of course it’s not Mimi. For some damn reason it’s Lindsey…
I read the preview. She’s sent a picture and some text. I can’t see the picture, but I can read the message.This is how a real man treats me…
I roll my eyes and delete the thing without reading it.ThatI don’t need to see anymore. I don’t know what I saw in that crazy woman. Yeah, we had some fun, but damn, did I spend a lot of time trying to fix the shit she’d made. I couldn’t even tell you why I put up with her for so long? It’s like I just finished holding my breath and hit my head against the shower wall. Only to wonder why I was holding my breath?
I shake my head and take the exit. I race through Hialeah and pray for only green lights on the drive.
Not like Mimi. Why didn’t I see her before? Everything would’ve been much easier if Carlos wasn’t here. At least if he wasn’t here when we hooked up, we could at least—
I remind myself of what and who Mimi is.
Carlos’ younger sister.
I screech to a halt in front of my apartment block and then turn in. I park in my spot and focus on the world around me. It’s still as humid as anything. The rain that’s been falling despite the dry season is threatening to come back, and when I enter my apartment, a wash of cold hits me.
Carlos left the AC on.
I whistle. Power bill will be big...
Power bill? You’re worried about that after being balls deep in his sister…
I grunt at my brain and ignore everything in my surroundings. I’m buzzing but insist to myself I gotta shower and then bed. A nice cold shower. Icey. As cold as my damn faucet will allow. That’s what back stabbers deserve…
Except standing under the spray does nothing to me. If anything, it makes me focus on my mind and thoughts, and when I do that, all I see is Mimi and I in the cupboard. The feel of her pussy wrapped around my pulsing erection. Sliding in and out. Her moans in my ear as I pump into her. I could tell that she was about to come, and come hard. Just as hard as I was going to…
I’m stroking my baseball bat hard erection in the shower, and I don’t care. The image of Mimi keeps swimming in my mind, and I continue to mentally fuck her until I cum. I groan out loud and wish that I’d actually been with her…
With a clearer mind, I curse myself for the trouble I’ve just got myself into. I shut the water off and place the towel down. I go straight to bed and lie there, staring at the ceiling. “Man, I am in trouble,” I utter.
It’s like fifteen years of my life have just crept up on me. And after all that time, I realize that Mimi has been a bigger and better part of my life than I ever thought. There’s still just one main problem, that she’s the sister of my best-friend. The best friend, I’ve put my neck out on the line for many times. The best friend who has helped me just as many times too. The best friend who needed me recently to lend a hand.
And in return I fucked his sister.
My phone vibrates and I see it’s Mimi.
I finally realize what scares me so much. It’s not that she’s Carlos’ younger sister. It’s that if I fuck this up, I don’t just lose her, I lose themboth.
They’re the family I never had.
I groan and knuckle my eyes.
Chapter 4
Mimi
Atfirst,IthoughtI was crazy, like I’d imagined the whole thing. One minute Sebastian and I are in the pantry, getting hot and sweaty, tasting each other’s forbidden fruit, next minute, he’s fleeing the house, leaving me aching for him.
I want to finish what we've started, but now that it’s been almost a week since the hook up. And a week since I’ve barely had a proper conversation with Seb, serious doubts are in my head. I know how desperate it sounds; a week is a long time to get ghosted by a guy. But since I’ve been waiting my whole life, I keep justifying the silence.
His phone’s been broken. He’s having cell issues. Then Carlos returns out of the blue and that puts a spanner in all the works.
I grunt and see that I’ve ripped the fabric apart. I’m trying to mend a small Teddy for Sophie for Michael. He’s a cute little thing, with a button nose and numb hands and feet. It’s been his cuddle toy since he was a baby. Sophie says he can’t sleep without it. But he also refused to teeth on anything else. Hence the leg being ripped off.
“See, that’s what kept happening to me,” Sophie says, leaning over from her pool seat. “Let’s just take it to a repair shop.”
“No, no, I can do this,” I say. We’re sitting by the pool of the mansion. Michael is currently at daycare, and it’s Sophie’s free day. She wanted to tan and only remembered the bear once we were out here. I’m trying to stitch this thing up in two pieces. And as I’m struggling with it, I feel like an idiot. “It’s just that the thread of the fabric, or, you know, thethreadshave frayed, so to get a grip on it, we’ll have to go further back.”
