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“Delilah,” my mom whispers, her voice desperate and pleading as if clinging to a last thread of hope.
“Dinner was lovely. Thank you for inviting me. Rhonda and Roy, I would love to get to know you better. But let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t know who my dad was until last night, let alone his family. Meeting Wells in Vegas was a strange coincidence, nothing more.”
She moves away from the table, her hand lightly grazing its edge, and rounds it, her gaze intense as it meets Jonas’.
“As for you,” she begins, her voice steady but edged with emotion, “you don’t know shit about me. You know the little I shared this morning.”
Her fingers clench into a fist at her side, a sign of the anger simmering beneath the surface. “But know this, Jonas. Me fucking your brother was consensual. I’m a big girl, and I made the decision myself.”
She pauses, her eyes narrowing slightly. “He didn’t manipulate me or take advantage. In fact, I believe I’m the one who begged him to fuck me in an alley that night.”
Her voice grows firmer, each word enunciated with clarity. “I forgot to take the Plan B. If anything, Wells is one of a long list of older men I’ve had one-night stands with.”
She takes a step closer to Jonas, closing the distance between them. “The next time you want to talk to me or about me, you have some goddamn respect, or you can see yourself right back out of my life.”
Jonas’ face blushes a rosy shade of pink, and he nervously nibbles on his lips. “I’m sorry, Delilah.”
“No. You said what you said, and I know it’s a tense situation, but you won’t speak of me like that again.” She crosses to me and pats my chest.
“Little Doe,” I whisper.
“You stay here. You have things to work out,” she breathes, her voice cracking with a hint of sorrow, as she walks out of the restaurant, shoulders slumped.
“You’re an asshole,” I tell my brother.
“Boys!” my mother scolds. “Roy, honey, pay the bill, please. We’ll meet you in the suite. Seems we need to have a family meeting.”
“Yes, darling.” He heads toward the front, and my mother directs her attention to us.
“Now, you two. You will pay for any damages your father is going to have to cover.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Let’s go to our room. We are going to figure out what’s going on, and we’re going to do it like you two have been raised. With respect and not punching each other. Just look at your faces.”
She points toward the exit, and Jonas and I head to the lobby, shamed by our mother like we are teens once again.
Chapter 19
DELILAH
I hurry up to my suite, my mind racing and my emotions a tangled mess. As soon as I enter, Derek springs to his feet and swiftly makes his way across the room toward me. His eyes full of concern, and I can see the tension in his shoulders.
“What happened? You look pissed, but you’ve been crying. Whose ass am I kicking?” he asks, his voice angry and worried.
“Jonas. No ass-kicking,” I say to him, my voice steady and resolute.
“What did he do?” I notice Derek’s jaw tightening, a clear indication that he’s gearing up to defend me.
“Well, they found out about Wells, me and Little Boba. Jonas said that Wells conned me because of my daddy issues and that I was… or am, just another notch on Wells’ bedpost.”
“No, he fucking didn’t!” Derek shouts, his face turning red with anger.
“He did. So I told him that I wanted Wells to fuck me in that alley and I’m the one who forgot the Plan B. I’m a big girl andmade my choice. He doesn’t get to speak to or about me like that. And I left.”
“So now what?” Derek asks, his voice softer but still tense.
“I don’t know. This is a fucking disaster.”
