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Tyler and Timothy Reid, owners.

Fucking great. She’s a media nightmare for me. I have to return this money and cancel this job. I owe her a phone call, at the very least. I adjust my cock as I reach for my phone. It’s hard as a rock and pushes into my zipper when I lean forward to make the call.

Wait.

I stare at my dick in awe. It’s working without medication for the first time in months. It’s her. Simone’s better than any little blue pill. Decision made, I lean back and smile.

“Canada, here I come.”

Chapter

Four

SIMONE

It’s been three weeks since I called Maddox. Less than a month since I hired an escort to accompany me to my family home to meet the folks, I’ve been dodging my mother’s phone calls ever since.

I agreed to attend the stupid shower. Was that not enough?

I sigh as I watch my phone ring again. I pick it up this time and sigh before answering.

“Hello, Mother,” my voice sounds dry and bored, so hopefully, she’ll take the hint, but no such luck for me today.

“Simone! Why on Earth do you have a phone if you aren’t going to answer it?” It’s rhetorical, so I don’t bother giving in to her petty mom’s guilt.

That hasn’t worked since I was twelve.

“Your phone etiquette is atrocious.” I snort.

“I learned from the best. Was there something you needed from me? I’d think it was urgent from the number of missed calls I’ve had for the past few days. Has Tyler finally jumped off the short pier I gave him directions to?” Her scandalous sounds give me the first reason to smile since I hung up with Maddox.

That man is dangerous to my health.

He says all the right things, and I’d love to convince myself that it’s just from being a pro, but I know it’s not.

“My God, you really are out of sorts with him. It’s been months, honey. Can’t you find a way to forgive him?” She can not be serious.

“He’s lucky I don’t press charges. That’s as much forgiveness as he’ll ever get. Stop pushing this, Mom. You will not like how it ends. I’ll see you in a few days.” I hang up and block her number.

I never went into much detail about the split. Honestly, how do you tell your prude mother that your sister has been fucking your fiancee and hers? Oh, and that they tricked you into it by omission for funnies.

Yeah, hard pass.

It was better to keep it vague and to the point. He cheated. I will not stand for it, the end. It should be that simple. Alas, not in my family.

Duty is everything, and your feelings come last. Fuck all of that. It’s been my attitude since I was young. After several doctors and therapists, my parents were told I was “On the spectrum.”

Dad had a field day with that one, calling them all quacks and a waste of money. I was just stubborn like his mother. That became the reason for all my outbursts as a teenager.

God forbid it was that they were wrong in any way, shape, or form.

They would whisper to their friends, “She’s special,” or my fucking favorite, “She’ll outgrow this behavior.”

Right.

I’m pretty sure they’re still waiting on that. As evidenced by the email I just received from my father titled “Apologize and unblock your mother.”

I send the thing to my trash folder without opening it.

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