Page 66 of One Night Seduction

My eyes widen as I blink at her several times.

“How do you even know what hooking up is?” I balk.

She rolls her eyes at me.

“I’m fourteen, not five, Ari. Besides, your mom pretty much talks shit about you and Ty hooking up whenever you’re not in the room.”

“Language,” I admonish, to which I earn another eye roll.

God, my mom really is the worst.

“We’re friends,” I say as Ty and Brady walk into the room.

“Who’s friends?” Ty asks.

“You and me,” I say as I look up at him from the couch.

He smiles, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders before dropping a kiss to the top of my head.

“Oh yeah, the best of friends.”

I smile at him when the front door opens, Uncle Tom and Aunt Marissa walking in followed by Logan who is carrying what looks to be my passed out mother. Seriously, this is just getting ridiculous. She’s always been a partier, but if she regularly drinks the way she has on this trip, she needs help.

Logan’s eyes come to mine immediately. I smile at him, but he doesn’t return it; instead, his eyes laser in on my shoulders. I frown until I look to see that Ty is still holding onto me. As slyly as I can manage, I move away from Ty before looking to Aunt Marissa who is already watching me curiously.

“Did you guys have a good time?” I ask.

Marissa pauses for a moment, that tint of suspicion still in her eyes.

“We did.”

“Until someone killed two bottles of wine herself,” Uncle Tom mutters.

Looking towards my mom, I feel my shoulders droop in disappointment as Logan moves through the room.

“I’m going to put her to bed and wind down for the night. I had a good time until…” He pointedly looks down at my comatose mom in his arms.

Marissa and Tom nod their agreement as Logan carries her up the stairs and out of sight. Standing to my feet, I round the sofa, Ty in tow as I lower my voice to speak with Marissa.

“What happened?”

She sighs. “She got drunk, per usual. Started making a total ass out of herself. She was so rude to the waitstaff and then tried to give Logan a blow job in the middle of dinner.”

“Jesus,” Ty murmurs.

“It gets worse.” Tom laughs humorlessly.

“When Logan pushed her away, she started screaming, pulled out her tits, and asked why he wouldn’t want them. I mean, thank god there were no children there, but we were obviously asked to leave. It was fucking humiliating.”

“I never see her anymore except for holidays and stuff like this. Is she always like this?” I ask.

Marissa shakes her head. “She’s gotten worse over the last year or so. Since her and Logan split it’s been a slow decline but this weekend? My god, she’s consumed more liquor than I thought would be possible for someone of her size.”

I exhale heavily before looking up at Ty.

“You ready for bed?”

“Sure. Night guys,” he says to them, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

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