Page 29 of The Monster I Loved
Mimi’s eyes widened. “What, you have a big date after?”
She wouldn’t care. Mimi and I weren’t in love. This was simply a deal she couldn’t refuse. Marrying into money andfloating to the top of society. All because her father built an impressive law firm and handled all of my dad’s business.
I pursed my lips. “I want to get to Patriots Park.”
She raised an eyebrow. “A park, why? It’s nighttime.”
I explained about the Halloween event as Mimi tilted her head and gave me a disapproving frown. I wondered what I’d said that irked her so much.
My cock, which had been hardening at her ass on my thigh, softened. How could a woman who looked like that be so judgmental? I mean, damn, what was it about me that offended her so much? One side of the room fell into disarray, interrupting my thoughts. I hurried over to see an elderly man clutching his chest and sitting.
I didn’t know who he was. I’d never seen the guy before in my life. Most of the people were my father’s college and business associates.
“Should we call an ambulance?” I croaked, panic lacing my voice.
You’d think I asked if the man wanted a kidney the way Mimi looked at me.
“No, I’m okay. I don’t want to ruin your party,” the older man muttered.
Sir. Please ruin it, I thought. I had a blanket in the car, and Lily was hovering by the door, waiting for a sign.
“Your health comes first. Someone call the ambulance.”
A pair of matching jaws dropped: my father and Mimi. He was at my side in seconds. “Thaddeus,” he whispered. There was a note of warning in his voice.
In a hushed tone, I spoke quickly. “I think it’s better PR that I cared more about an elderly man’s health than my engagement.”
When Father’s eyes widened, I knew I was nearly free.
He echoed my call for concern. “You heard my son. Call an ambulance.”
The next few minutes were chaotic. The man insisted he was fine, but I wouldn’t listen. I sat beside him and played the part of the concerned host. I walked alongside him as the first responders wheeled him to the ambulance. When everyone headed back into the house, Lily and I jumped into the car and made a swift exit.
“You really going to marry Melissa?” she asked as I sped down the hill. By my calculation, we’d only missed thirty minutes of the movie. There was still plenty of nostalgic horror goodness waiting for us.
“Why not? She serves her purpose.” I kept my eyes on the road.
Not convinced, Lily continued, “It’s just . . . she’s so different.”
I knew what my sister meant. Mimi wasn’t my type. I liked women who were fun, goofy, and beautiful. Had she forgotten I’d been in prison for ten years? That was plenty of time for my preferences to change.
“Melissa is an open book, and I need that—badly.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lily nod. Thankfully, she let the subject drop.
I parked the car, grabbed our blankets and a few cans of beer that I’d packed in the trunk earlier in the day (just in case), and we hurried to the lawn to find a spot. The lawn was a sea of blankets and people. Damn, it looked like half the town was here. There didn’t seem to be a single patch of grass free. Desperately, I scanned for just one square big enough for my sister and I to set up. There wasn’t anywhere left we could squeeze into, so we headed all the way to the back. I studied the faces as we walked past. There were a few teenagers, but mostly those on the blankets were adults. Nestled between the groups were couples huddled under blankets.
We eventually found a spot right at the back. It didn’t matter; the screen was huge. Some strange movements caught my eye a few blankets away. Where there’d previously been a man and a woman, now just a woman remained—and a very suspicious shape moving under the blanket below her waist. Unless the man had another screen under there, he wasn’t watching the movie.
I tried to tune out the woman’s moans. But the sound and tone were uncomfortably familiar. My body stiffened. I squinted against the darkness, and I could just about make out a bit of blonde hair.
Summer?
She was getting her pussy eaten at my favorite movie. Anger coursed through me. I had no right to be angry; I knew that. I didn’t own her. I didn’t even like her.
“Looks like that couple over there needs a room,” Lily said as my fist clenched, not because I cared or was jealous, only because my poor innocent sister on a break from college shouldn’t have to see their indecent displays, when all she wanted was a clean night of fun.
“Cut that out. Kids are here,” someone snapped from behind them. It wasn’t unusual for people to get frisky at these events. Hell, Summer and I had once...
