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Omigod... What the fuck did I walk into?
I put my foot down on the other side of the couple on the floor at the exact time the person under the blanket moved, and I tripped forward, catching myself on the couch. My hand slapped the bare skin of...
Of Maddy Taylor...
Maddy Taylor was naked on her knees with her head positioned between... My gaze moved up the long, strong legs.
The legs of Maddox Parker...
My expression fell flat. This was a bad idea.
Maddox's head rested on the back of the couch, his lips parted. Maddy popped up, her gaze locking on mine. Panic rushed through me. My eyes snapped shut when his dick sprung to life, standing at attention right in front of my face.
This was the worst idea I'd ever had.
"Hey," Maddy yelled, shoving me backward. "Watch where you are going?"
"Addy," Maddox said, pinching his face as he leaned forward, shoving Maddy to the side. My eyes flicked open, locking on his for a brief moment before I bolted. Storming out the front door, I moved as fast as my short legs would take me without running. That asshole stood me up for a blow job.
"Addy, stop," Maddox ordered. I didn't listen. I didn't bother turning around. His long, quick strides closed in on me. "Addy." His fingers wrapped around my arm, jerking me to a stop. I whipped around to face him.
"Let me go," I hissed, pulling hard against his grip.
"What are you doing here, Addy?" Maddox slurred. He was trashed.
"Leaving," I said, trying to hide the hurt from my expression. I didn't look up; I couldn't look him in the eyes. My gaze was glued to the ground. I shouldn't have come.
"Are you jealous?" he teased, a cocky smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.
"No," I snapped. I would never admit it, but I was jealous. More than jealous, I was hurt. What hurt the most was that I'd let him see a different side of me last night. I shared a piece of me that I'd never shared with anyone, not even Karly. I thought we were starting a possible friendship, but he'd cared so little about me that he didn't even remember he had me waiting for him out in the dark while he got off. Or maybe he didn't care. "I'm pissed that you wasted my time so that you could get your dick sucked." His entire body language and expression changed. His gaze moved to my mouth as he bit down on his bottom lip. "Let me go." I pulled against his grip again with no luck. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Say that again," he purred, leaning into me.
"Say what?" I hissed, glancing around to see if we'd drawn attention to ourselves, but no one was paying any attention.
"Something about that pretty mouth saying such dirty things is beyond hot," he breathed against my lips. The sweet smell of alcohol fanned across my lips. My heart pounded against my chest.
"Are you hitting on me?" I scowled, shoving him out of my personal space once I came to my senses. "After I just saw your dick in another girl's mouth?"
"Hey loser," Maddy yelled from the front of the pool house. She was still topless. "We were in the middle of something."
"Fuck off, Maddy," Maddox growled.
"Are you serious right now, Maddox?" Maddy said. "We were in the middle of something."
"You should go back and finish what you were doing," I said dryly. "I'm leaving." I looked down to where his fingers were still wrapped around my arm. "Let me go, please." He released my arm, turned, and vomited on the ground next to his feet.
I didn't hang out to find out his next move; I didn't care.
I walked the two miles home.
It was only eight o'clock when I entered the front door, but time had no bearing on whether or not my mother was drunk. I pulled the lit cigarette from between her fingers, pressed it into the ashtray, then grabbed the empty wine glass from her other hand and took it to the kitchen.
My mother was a nonfunctional alcoholic. She used to work as a nurse for many years as a functional alcoholic, but after my dad died, she slowly lost her battle with alcoholism, and now it completely consumed her life. She spent all her time drunk at home or in bars, occasionally bringing home a stray man.
Closing the door to my bedroom, I locked it behind me. Luckily, my mother was between boyfriends right now, but better safe than sorry because when it came to my mom and men, you never knew what kind she would pick. But consistently, she chose some sort of loser.
My phone vibrated.
