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Tears roll down her cheeks, “You don’t know what my problem is. They don’t know what my problem is. Because nobody cares enough to find out. That’s my problem. I’m unlovable. I’m a burden. Nobody wants me.”
I let go of her, and she continues, “Do you know what that’s like? My biological mom didn’t want me. One day she was there, and then she wasn’t. She treated me like shit, so it shouldn’t matter, but it does. Then to get adopted by the people who care for you so much you, can physically feel it in your heart? But then, they have their own biological children. Again, you don’t matter. Do you know what it feels like to just not fucking matter, Nash? It’s the theme of my life. I never matter.”
I shake my head and pull back onto the road, unable to speak. Even after what I did, my dad was still there, telling me he loved me and that he knew I could do better. Ivy has been through hell. I don’t know everything, but I do know she was abandoned in the hospital by her mother while poison flowed through her veins to get rid of the cancer.
Glaring at me, she whispers, “Then don’t fucking judge me. You have no right if you haven’t walked in my shoes.”
As I pull into the driveway, I blow out a big breath, “Let’s go inside before they end up out here asking questions I’m not prepared to answer. Be polite, or I will spank your ass.”
We both get out, walk inside, and like the good girl I knew she could be, she pastes a fake smile on her face, “Hi, Mom. Hi dad. I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted.”
Both my dad and Mercy stand appearing shell-shocked as she walks to her room.
I pull out my phone and text her, “Good fucking girl. I’m proud of you.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
IVY
Ismiled. I spoke. Even said mom and dad like he wanted me to. Why? To hear those words again.Good girl. Never did I know two simple words could make my heart race and my thighs clench. I’ll drop to my knees and do whatever he wants, even let him beat me with a belt, as long as he calls me a good girl when he’s done.
My mom reads these dirty books, she likes to call them romance books. I’ve snuck and read more than one of them. They have romance, they have a storyline, but oh my God, the sex is insane. Many of the men in them say,good girl.I never actually thought men said that in real life. Nash does. Not that I have any frame of reference, but he’s also very talented with his tongue. I want more.
I’m standing in my bedroom with the door open trying to listen to their conversation.
When my dad says, “Thanks for taking care of your little sister, son,” I snort. Oh, Dad, if you only knew how well he took care of his little sister, it’d give you nightmares.
Throwing myself on the bed, I sigh and look through my phone when I notice a text message from Nash.
Good fucking girl. I’m proud of you.
Three things happen next. One: My heart races so fast I think it might actually leave my body. Two: I change his name in my phone from Rapist to Nash. Three: I decide I’m sneaking out tonight to go to the pool house.
After taking a shower, I change into my sluttiest lingerie, which is only a black lacy bra and a matching thong. I’m eighteen, and I don’t have a lot of tempting clothes. Once I’m dressed, I take a final look in the mirror. My black skirt falls to the middle of my thigh, and my white tank top is tight around my breasts. I’ve applied my makeup darker to make myself look older, which is stupid because it’s not like he doesn’t know how old I am.
I know how wrong this is. Nash is thirty-eight. I just turned eighteen. He wants me. I know it, and he knows it. When he touched me, it was the first time I felt alive in years. I felt seen. My mom knocks on my door, “Night, Ivy. Love you.”
Even for the words good girl, I can’t say it back.
“Night,mom.”
You never realize how long two hours is until you’re watching the clock and waiting for your parents to fall asleep so you can sneak out. Opening my window, I step out onto my tree and climb down. Walking around the back of the property, I get nervous because I’m not sure how Nash will react. He might be angry. He might send me away. I have no idea. On the one hand, I know he’s going to have his pick of women now that he’s out of prison. He’s out of my league for sure. But on the other hand, he went down on me. Would a man do that if he wasn’t attracted to the woman?
It’s dark around the pool at night. The lights only get turned on if someone is swimming. When I approach the pool house, I take a look in the window, crouching down in the rose bed, and spot Nash on his bed. Naked. His cock is in his hand, and eyes closed while he strokes himself. Gazing up and down his body, I salivate. He must have worked out constantly in prison. His entire body is a hard, chiseled masterpiece. The way his bicep flexes as he pulls his dick is mesmerizing. Speaking of the beast between his legs, it’s huge! Not that I’ve ever seen one before, but they can’t possibly all be that large. I walk around to the door and get the key from under the rock and let myself in. When I first go in, I’m in the living room, so I walk through to his bedroom and stand there gawking at my own live sex show.
The next five minutes of my life happen in fast motion. So fast, if you blink, you’d miss it, yet I know the words spoken will never leave my brain.
His eyes pop open, “What the fuck!”
Nash jumps off the bed like it’s on fire, grabs his boxer shorts from the floor, and puts them on.
“Why are you in my fucking room?”
I swear, I physically shrink in size, “I wanted to see you,” I whisper.
He stands before me, fists clenched so tightly, I wonder if he’s going to punch me. And he does, but with his words.
“Look, I know you have some fascination with me. I don’t want you. Get that through your thick fucking head. I don’t want you. I never will. I like women. Not little girls. That won’t change. I’m not attracted to you in the least. You’re my fucking little sister. Now run back to Mommy and Daddy’s house where you fucking belong.”
