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measurements. Her high-heeled shoes were the exact peach color of her outfit and she had tiny white pearls piercing her earlobes and strung on a thin necklace around her neck. Had it not been for the persistent scowl on her face made up with a light powder foundation and burgundy lipstick and matching eye shadow, she would have been an strikingly handsome woman and Adam had no doubt she was the one from whom Denise received her good looks.
    After a few tense minutes of neither party addressing one another, Patricia finally broke the silence.
    “Denise,” she plastered a small across her face, “so lovely to finally see you again, dear.”
    She glanced briefly over her daughter’s head.
    “I see you brought a visitor with you. How nice.”
    Adam could feel the distain for him rolling off of Mrs. Right in waves. Subconsciously, he glanced down to ensure he was presentable. When he looked back up, he saw that Patricia Right had given him the once over to confirm the same.
    “Hello, Mother. Sorry, Mom. Are you going to let us in?”
    Patricia stepped back from the doorway and waved her hand back toward the inside of the house.
    “Of course, dear.”
    She turned sharply on her heels and disappeared inside.
    “Tell your friend , to take the bags upstairs to your room. I will have another room prepared for him. ” The last word rolled off her tongue with a hint of mockery.
    “His name is Adam Aggeliki.”
    “I will be sure to remember, dear,” were her last words as she stepped stealthily up the stairs and disappeared.
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    “I don’t think your mom wants me here.”
    Adam spoke to Denise over his shoulder as he unpacked his belongings in the room Denise’s mother showed him before disappearing again.
    “It doesn’t matter,” she said as she placed her small arms around his thick waist and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, “I do.”
    He turned in her arms and swiped her long bang from her face to around her right ear.
    He smiled before saying, “You were not kidding about your dad not being here. We have been here since noon and I have not heard a peep in this house other than you and me.”
    “Yeah, I know,” she said as she turned away, “now, imagine being a fourteen year old kid in a house this quiet for hours on end. It’s was enough to drive a sane person such as myself a little nutty.”
    “Come here,” he drawled and dragged her back away from the door and toward the bed.
    “Adam, my mom might here us.”
    No sooner than the words left her mouth, he covered her lips with his own and pulled her on top of him. He ran his fingers through her long waves and then moved his hands down her back and to her rounded bottom and squeezed hard. Denise squirmed with delight as she ran her hands down the front of his shirt and allowed them to slip under. Her hands probed until she found his pert nipples and gave them a squeeze of her own in return.
    A second later, the doorbell chimed and Patricia raced passed the open doorway of Adam’s room.
    “Next time, please close the door, thank you,” she snipped without bothering to turn her head toward the stunned couple.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 11
     
     
    Denise ran her fingers through her hair in an effort to comb it down while Adam straightened his shirt and adjusted his pants, and willed his hard member to go flaccid once again.
    Denise was the first person down the stairs with high hopes her father had finally arrived home. The elation in her heart at the possibility of laying eyes on him after several months of constantly missing him while on her return visits home suddenly fizzled. As she approached the entrance to the foyer it dawned on her a person who lived here would not need to use the doorbell unless the locks had been changed.
    As her mother stepped to the side to allow another visitor into the entryway, Denise’s breath caught in her mouth. Kenneth.
    He stood tall and firm in a royal blue three piece suit. His ebony skin