“I don’t usually. It’s just tonight. I need to forget.”
Why on earth did I tell him that?
He gave me a concerned frown. “Why, darling? What do you need to forget about?”
I sighed. “Everything. I need to forget the life I have and the person I am. Just for one night, I need to forget.” I looked up into those emerald eyes which held me captive. “Can you be the one to help me forget?”
He leaned down, mere inches away from my mouth. Desire sparked between us instantly.
“I can certainly try.”
“Ayden!” I jumped. “Ayden!”
“Fuck!” It was my mum. What in the hell did she want?
She burst through my bedroom door without knocking. “Mum, what the hell? I could have been naked here.”
She ignored me. “Ayden, Mason and Hunter will be here at any moment. You have to look presentable. You’re always doing this to me! Always trying to make me look bad.”
I smiled. “Why? Are you worried that your little show of happy families is going to fall flat on its arse?”
She put her hand on her hip and sighed. “Ayden, I don’t need your fucking shit today. You’re an ungrateful bitch, who needs to show me some fucking respect.”
I rolled my eyes. “Like you’re doing now? Very respectful, Mum.”
She actually stomped her foot. “Ayden, don’t you mess this up for me! This is the first guy since your father who has shown any real respect for me. He treats me like a lady.”
I huffed, thinking that that was rich. She was anything but a lady. The way she treated me was a prime example.
“Besides, I heard his son is quite the catch. Every girl your age is after him. Mason's son is very popular around High Wycombe and beyond. You need someone like him in your life. Maybe he can get you out a bit more.”
I laughed. It was funny really. I thought I was out of the house a lot already. Obviously, my own mother thought it wasn’t enough.
“Sure, Kat. Whatever you say.”
She began to walk out, but paused at the last second. “And that’s another thing... call me ‘Mum’ when they arrive, please. I don’t think they’ll feel we’re that close if you call me by my first name.”
I laughed again. That was hilarious. “Oh yeah, because we really are that close. When do you fancy braiding my hair next, Mum?”
She sighed. “Just fucking do as you’re told.” She looked over my attire. “And tidy yourself up; you look like a slut.” With her last jab at me, she was out the door.
Yeah, that’s my mother. Isn’t she swell?
Sighing, I got off of my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t look too bad. Sure, my skirt could be a little longer, but my grey, off-the-shoulder, loose-fitting top didn’t look at all slutty.
I smoothed my hands down my skirt, but decided to appease my mother and look for something a little longer. I liked wearing skirts because I always got complimented on my legs. I have very long legs. I think I got my height from my father. He was the tall one.
I also have his blonde hair and light blue eyes. My hair is long, almost trailing to my bottom. I kept my hair unchanged all of these years because it was the one thing my dad used to rave about when I was little. He loved my hair, so I daren’t cut it. Luckily for me, I had naturally wavy, smooth hair.
Sighing to myself, I walked over to my wardrobe and looked through my things. There were a few more short skirts in there, but the others looked a little boring. Some of my skirts would have given my mother a heart attack. That thought brought a wicked smile to my face.
In the end, I settled on an above-the-knee, red, flowing skirt. It still said sexy, but it also said elegant. I could handle that, though I wasn’t sure my mum could.
Pleased that I had done enough to satisfy my daughterly duties, I sat back down on the bed and read a magazine. I wasn’t sure how long I had been reading before I heard a car outside. I pricked my ears up, but I didn’t move from my bed. When she wanted me, I had no doubt she would call for me.
In the end, it must have been a record ten minutes before I heard her screaming my name. Even though the door was closed and she was downstairs, her voice still sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
“I’m coming!” I shouted dutifully.
Yes, I wished I was fucking coming. Since meeting “Mysterious Sexy Eyes,” that’s all I had thought about.
I stood up, straightened myself out, and glanced in the mirror one last time before venturing down the stairs. It wasn’t long before I heard the baritone sound of a male voice alongside the sickly, stick-your-finger-down-your-throat giggles from my mother.
I saw my mother at the same moment she spun around to see me. She smiled sweetly and clasped her hands together like she was the proudest Mum in the universe.