Page 63 of If You Love Me

“You-you couldn’t?”

He shook his head as he pulled my panties to the side. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to touch your walls. I told myself if I ever got the opportunity, I’d have you bent over for me.”

“You’re married to my sister.”

“Your sister likes to pretend she married for love, but we both know it was for money. I take very good care of her in every way. Tonight, I’m trying to take care of you.”

The next thing I knew, he’d dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs. It wasn’t long before he had me face down, ass up, deep stroking my pussy to oblivion. Us messing around lasted all of a month before we called it quits and never spoke on it again. That man gave me some of the best sex I’d ever had. His stamina was out of this world. As wrong as it was, it felt good to have one up on Meena’s smug ass.

“No, I didn’t sleep with him…” I finally answered. I paused as I looked Meena square in the eyes. “I fucked him. Oooo, you should have heard the way I had him calling my name. Daniel didn’t think I was beneath him at all.”

The slap to the face by my sister was warranted and didn’t faze me at all. I drew back and returned the gesture, only my hit came in the form of a punch to her pretty face. That set it off. Before I knew it, we were rolling around on the floor going blow for blow, with my mother screaming for us to stop.

“Stop it right now! You’re sisters! I raised you better than this!”

Her words went in one ear and out the other. All the pent-up anger I had toward Meena came out through my fists. Then I imagined she was Evenie, and I became enraged. This was all her fault. If she’d just stayed fucking missing, I wouldn’t have been compelled to go to such lengths to move her out of my way.

“Iona, stop!” my mother screamed.

She slapped me hard across the face, breaking me out of my fit. I looked down at my sister, who was now sporting a busted lip and a bloody nose. My mother pushed me off her and helped her to her feet.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she screamed at me.

“You stupid bitch!” Meena yelled. “You’re a fucking animal, and you belong in jail or a mental institution. If Tyrion had any sense, he would get a restraining order on you now.”

She spit blood at my feet, then snatched away from our mother before hurrying into the downstairs bathroom. My mother looked at me in disbelief.

“You have taken things way too far, Iona. Your sister’s husband?”

I waved her off. “It was eight years ago, and it didn’t last long.”

“I don’t care! You crossed a line. That’s your sister—”

“Yeah, my sister. My sister, who has made it her life’s mission to make me miserable. Have you not been around, Ma? Meena lives to remind me that I’m not as good as her. She never fails to remind me that I’ve never been as pretty, popular, or as smartas her. She’s spent my entire life being the bane of my fucking existence. So yeah, I slept with her husband. The less attractive, unpopular sister was desired by her man, and it felt damn good.”

My mother slapped me so hard that my head snapped back.

“Get out of my house. Don’t come back over here until you are ready to apologize and seek help for all of this pent-up anger. You’re going to ruin yourself, Iona. I don’t want to watch you self-destruct.”

I laughed and threw up my hands. “Wow. The award-winning psychologist doesn’t have the answers.” I backed away to the door. “I’m not apologizing to your daughter, because I’m not sorry. If she keeps antagonizing me, I’m gonna make it my mission to fuck her husband again,” I added, loud enough for Meena to hear.

She came charging out of the bathroom. “Bitch, I will kill you!” she declared, running toward me, only to have our mother catch her.

Manic laughter left my throat as I opened the front door and walked out.

Damn, that made me feel good.

20

Evenie

Iput the finishing touches on my makeup and stood back to admire my work in the mirror. Today was a very special day at school for my baby. Parents got to have breakfast with the kids at school, and I was excited about it. Other than meeting her teachers, it would be my first school event with her.

“You look cute,” my mother said from my bedroom door.

“Thanks. You don’t think it’s too much? Too tight?”

It was toward the end of October, and the temperature had dropped significantly. I wanted to be warm but still cute and presentable because I had plans to stop by my old job after we left. Today I was dressed in a long-sleeve, black turtleneck that I tucked into a black and white plaid skirt. I paired it with a pair of black tights and black high-heeled booties. I’d dug through my jewelry box and added some silver accessories. My curls were now bone straight with a side part, and I’d done a light beat of makeup.

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