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“Nooooo,” I say in a slow voice, pretending innocence. “Where is this coming from? You don’t know my mother.”
Brant merely stares at me again, his huge form like a statue in the white sheets.
“No, I think I do. In fact, now I realize why I keep getting a sense of déjà vu when I see you. It’s because your mother is Monica Green, isn’t she? This is some kind of fucked-up scenario where I’ve fucked both a mother and her daughter.”
I stare at him, at a loss for words. What do I say? What is there to say in a situation like this?
“How did you figure it out?” I ask in a low voice, sitting up while pulling the sheet to my bare breasts.
Brant lets out a mirthless chuckle.
“Well, first because of the resemblance. You do know you look just like your mom, right, except younger? The resemblance is uncanny.”
I nod.
“Yes, but that could be a coincidence. I mean, sometimes people just look similar for no reason at all.”
Brant shakes his head slowly, his blue eyes still narrowed into slits.
“Yeah, but it’s not only that. You talk like Monica too. It’s this whole ‘big boy’ thing, not to mention how you both love to jiggle your tits while you speak. You use the same figures of speech, endearments, and then the big kahuna: you both like to do anal prolapses. It’s so fucking crazy! I’ve fucked a lot of women in my life, but I’ve never had two women in one week offer me their butt blooms.”
I gawk at him.
“Wait a minute: you’ve been fucking my mom in the ass? Still? While you’ve been with me?”
The walls are caving in on me now, and I open my mouth to let out a silent scream. After all, this is my worst nightmare come true. My plan’s completely failed if Brant’s still seeing Monica, even though I knew it was a possibility on some level. But the realization makes me feel nauseous because I came home to Oakdale to break them up, but now it seems like I’ve completely failed. Not only is he still sleeping with her, but he’s seen right through my deception after just one short week.
But then, a feeling of righteousness sweeps through my form and I sit up, spitting nails as my face flushes red.
“Well, for your information,” I say in a nasty tone. “Monica’s married. Has that ever occurred to you, big boy? Did the giant diamond ring on her finger give it away? Yeah, you’ve been sleeping with a married woman this entire time.”
Brant gawks at me, the blood draining from his face.
“What?”
I snort.
“Don’t act like you don’t know. Monica’s got a diamond on her ring finger! It’s two carats at least! Plus, haven’t you wondered how she affords her lifestyle when she doesn’t work? It’s because she’s M-A-R-R-I-E-D. Not only that, but my dad watches you from the house while you fuck. Are you happy now? You’ve ruined my dad’s life and it’s all because you don’t give a fuck about anyone but yourself.”
The handsome man blinks slowly, going as white as a sheet.
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah. My dad’s become a recluse because of Monica’s rampant cheating. He sleeps in his home office now and watches you while you fuck my mom because he and Monica still live in the house together! Get it? Plus, that’s the house that I grew up in! So fuck you, asshole! You’re the one who should be ashamed because you’ve been sleeping with a married woman this whole time! You’ve ruined our lives!”
Brant’s jaw is practically on the ground now, as he runs a hand through his black hair, ruffling it in the most adorable way. But I harden my heart because the moment has come. I don’t care how handsome my lover is. This is the revenge I’ve been looking for, and I’m going to make sure Brant is aware of just how much he’s hurt my family.
“Petunia, I didn’t know,” he begins in a low voice.
I spit again.
“My name’s not Petunia, it’s Peyton. Petunia’s just a fake name I made up so that you’d break up with Monica! But it seems I failed, hmm? You’re still fucking her while fucking me at the same time, you fucking male whore! Are you happy now, knowing you’re banging a mother-daughter duo?”
Brant starts, looking aghast before holding both hands up, palms out. His face is sweaty, and he looks genuinely perturbed.
“First, I’m not sleeping with Monica anymore. We broke up about a week ago. I swear it. It was before I met you, Petunia, or Peyton, or whatever your name is.”
I cross my arms over my chest.
“You mean that day by the pool, right? Where you banged my mom on the lounger? That day, right? Because my dad and I were in the home office, watching as you put it in my mom’s ass!”
