sat up and started to grab
the contents that had fallen from her purse and onto the floor. There was no
way she wanted to witness the hoochie crime in action.
“He’ll be home in time for a
late dinner, probably eight–ish or so I believe.” Yeah, she had it all planned
out, didn’t she? Get a quick sex romp in, only to serve up a full course meal
to the bill payer later. What a load of crap.
“Tell me something then, Mommy
dear? Why in the heck is that guy here to work on the basement at four o’clock
in the afternoon, hmm?” She gestured towards the door, not able to resist the
sarcasm that crept out over her tongue.
She turned, finally looking at
Abigail from over her shoulder—fully this time. “Umm, well…he had an earlier
job to do today and this is the only time he had to see me…” she gasped, it was
barely noticeable, but it was most definitely a gasp, “…I mean for going over
some other plans about the basement.” She cleared her throat, most likely
attempting to cover her sudden mistake in words. But otherwise, she didn’t say
another damn word before sauntering away.
Abigail shook her head,
disgust lined her voice as she yelled at her mother’s backside. “I’m going
upstairs now. Enjoy your little rendezvous .” She didn’t stop to look at
her mother’s face, didn’t stop to respond to her annoyed cry either. The woman
was as far from a mother as she could get anymore.
Abigail took the stairs two at
a time, needing to get as far away from the disgustingness as she could. She
turned the corner in the hall to head into her room, fighting her angry tears
as she threw her body across her bed.
What the hell was she going to
do now? How would she pass the time? Napping would only take a few hours, and
even then the pain would still be just as fresh when she woke up! Between her
mother’s torrid affair, and her father’s constant absence, her best friend
basically disappearing off the face of the earth, and her non–stop loneliness,
Abigail was on the fast track to insanity, with no return ticket back.
She had jumped at the
opportunity to go this party tonight because the last thing she wanted was to
be alone right now. Her life used to be so uncomplicated, so simple even! Now
though, everything seemed to be falling apart at the tiny, unknown seams. And
she had no idea how to deal with the crappiness alone either. She’d always had
a support system around her. Always had friends or a family to be there for
her, and it was becoming apparent that she never knew how much she needed that
until recently. Her life was slowly dwindling away to something she didn’t
know—wasn’t familiar with—but damn if she was going to let that happen.
Starting tonight, she’d make some personal changes in her life.
For one? She’d quit being the
downer her mind was demanding she be.
She just prayed that the
universe would agree with her once and for all on that aspect.
Chapter Five
“Holy shit, look at this
place!” JT gaped as they pulled up to the lake house. The crimson moon
reflected easily from the North Lake waters. Trees hung almost soulfully over
the edges. Ironically, for as long as David had lived in Hillsdale, this was
honestly the first time he’d been to one of these mega–mansions hidden deep in
the woods on the lakeside.
“Yeah, you’re telling me.”
David cringed, sinking back into his seat. This wasn’t a good idea.
The three guys continued to
gasp and holler from their windows, but David was simply having trouble keeping
his heart under control. Dammit—he wasn’t a weak ass, but this simple, social
situation was apparently about to prove him wrong.
Carson and Paul rambled on
about the owners of the house being some out of town, wealthy real estate
investors, while JT whistled and pounded on the wheel with every fourth beat of
the song blaring from the speakers. David knew it was the fourth beat because
his dumbass was keeping time with it. He always kept
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