Page 49 of Unexpected Ventures

I laugh. “You didn’t tell him that you have a boyfriend, did you?”

“Of course not.” She looks at her watch. “I need to get going. Text me when you need me again.”

“I will. Thanks for staying over on such short notice. I already sent you a Venmo.”

“No problem. I hope it was because you had a hot date.”

Now it’s my turn to blush. I can’t help myself.

She gives me a knowing look. “Good for you, Beth.” She heads toward the front door. “I’ll see you soon.”

I drop Luke at school and head to my office. I can’t wait to talk to Cassandra about last night. She’ll be so proud of me. Unfortunately, I have a few morning meetings and calls, so it will have to wait.

I work for a few hours before finally making my way down to Cassandra’s office. As soon as I walk in, her eyes widen. “Holy hell. You’ve finally been fucked properly.”

I place my hands on my hips. “What makes you so sure?” Admittedly, my big grin is giving me away.

“Your shit-eating grin, your glow, the bite marks on your neck, and the limp you’re sporting.”

I’m busting with excitement to talk to her about it. I’ve heard countless sexcapade stories about her and Trevor for the past six years. Now it’s finally my turn.

“Ooh. Who’s she fucking?”

I turn my head and notice Darian for the first time. She’s sitting on the couch and Melissa is right next to her.

I turn my attention back to my sister. “Cassandra, I didn’t realize you have company. We can talk about this later?”

“I’ll tell them anyway. You might as well spit it out.”

My mouth opens in shock. “Is there no sister code?”

“Darian is like a sister to me. You know that.”

Melissa scowls. “What about me?”

Cassandra shakes her head. “You’re my mother-in-law. You won’t even let me talk about my sex life with you.”

Melissa nods. “That rule remains in effect. I don’t need to hear about your crazy antics with my son.”

Cassandra looks back at me. “Is the limp because you were fucked hard multiple times or because you finally opened up the back gates?”

“Cassandra!”

She shrugs. “What? Darian and Melissa both take it up the poop chute. It’s not a big deal.”

Darian and Melissa fall over each other laughing hysterically.

Through gritted teeth, I say, “There was no poop chute.”

“So it was rough. Tell me about it.”

“Cassandra, we’ll discuss this another time.”

Darian interrupts, “She doesn’t want to talk about it in front of us. Leave her alone. Just tell us who. Anyone we know?”

I hesitate for a moment, but then proudly say, “Dominic Mazzello.”

Darian’s face lights up. “The hot guy that works for Reagan?”

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