a dog to stop licking its dick.” I wasn’t being
intentionally funny but Blaine threw his head back and laughed. I
stared in awe at his thick, contracting neck muscles tightening
around his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down.
“ So where’s your dad in all this? Did he just leave you to deal
with this shit on your own?”
“ My mum would have to know who he was first,” I admitted, for
the first time feeling a little flushed with shame. “But I don’t
mind looking out for her. It’s all I’ve ever known. She’s my mum… I
love her.”
I gazed
into Blaine’s striking blue eyes which looked dark and heavy as if
he was having difficulty processing something.
“ How does Trudy know your mom?”
Oh shit.
“ Don’t get me wrong, and please tell me to fuck off if I’m
being offensive, its just your mom doesn’t seem the kind of person
who would hang out in the same circles as Trudy.”
“ Um, no, you’re right. Not anymore at least.” I contemplated
whether to tell him the truth for a moment and then decided it’s
not my job to protect the dirty little secret of the woman who
abandoned us for a life of luxury.
“ Are you saying Trudy was a hooker?” he asked, shifting in his
seat and dropping his jaw clean open.
“ From what I’ve been told, and from what I remember… yes. She
lived with me and my mum for a few years after I was born, and then
she met…”
Oh crap. I
seriously didn’t think this one through.
“ My dad? My dad bo ught a hooker to replace my mom?”
Oh fuck. Lord,
take me now.
“ Shit, Blaine, I’m sorry. I didn’t thi-”
Wait a minute… is he… laughing ?
“ Jesus, why doesn’t that surprise me one bit? Dirty old
bastard! And as for Trudy… I always knew she was all caviar above
the table and no freakin’ panties beneath it.”
“ Blaine, this isn’t funny. Why aren’t you pissed off?” I asked in
disbelief, trying desperately not to let his laugh infect
me.
“ Because I’m well aware what a prick my father is, lish.
That isn’t news to me.” His statement and the look of hatred tinting his
bright blue eyes took me by surprise and I knew there was far more
to his relationship with his dad than he was willing to let on just
yet.
“ You said he ‘replaced’ your mum. What did you mean?”
“ My mom died when I was five. Cancer of the something or other. Then
my dad left me with my Aunt Mable for a few weeks while he went
away on business and when he came back I had a new mom –
Trudy.”
“ Shit. I’m sorry.”
“ I’m over it. I mean, I miss her sometimes, I think. But then I
don’t really remember her. I don’t blame Trudy. I don’t
particularly like her but I don’t blame her. She never tried to be
‘Mom’ if you get me? And of course she gave us Kara, so I’ll always
be grateful to her for that.”
“ Seems like we’re both a pair of screw ups, huh?”
“ Yeah, I guess we are, ” he agreed with a faint laugh.
“ I need to think about getting home. I’ve not checked in on
my mum for a few hours and she doesn’t do too well being
alone.”
“ Sure thing, lish. I’ll grab my keys.”
“ Oh no, I wasn’t hinting or anything. I’ll call a
taxi.”
“ Bullshit. I’m driving you,” he demanded and sounded all masculine and
authoritative. It sent a delicious shiver down my spine and pooled
between my legs.
“ Yes, master,” I teased. Then he leaned in and gave me a long,
lingering kiss filled with passion and need, before snatching
himself away and laughing at my attempt to pout.
“ Blaine?” I called when he disappeared into the grandiose
hallway for his car keys.
“ Yeah?”
“ What does ‘lish’ mean?” He sauntered back into the room
exuding an almost arrogant swagger.
“ It’s my take on delicious. ‘Cause you are seriously the
most delicious thing I’ve ever seen.” He smiled at me, a wicked,
suggestive, stomach flipping smile. Then he bent towards me and
briefly brushed his lips against
intentionally funny but Blaine threw his head back and laughed. I
stared in awe at his thick, contracting neck muscles tightening
around his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down.
“ So where’s your dad in all this? Did he just leave you to deal
with this shit on your own?”
“ My mum would have to know who he was first,” I admitted, for
the first time feeling a little flushed with shame. “But I don’t
mind looking out for her. It’s all I’ve ever known. She’s my mum… I
love her.”
I gazed
into Blaine’s striking blue eyes which looked dark and heavy as if
he was having difficulty processing something.
“ How does Trudy know your mom?”
Oh shit.
“ Don’t get me wrong, and please tell me to fuck off if I’m
being offensive, its just your mom doesn’t seem the kind of person
who would hang out in the same circles as Trudy.”
“ Um, no, you’re right. Not anymore at least.” I contemplated
whether to tell him the truth for a moment and then decided it’s
not my job to protect the dirty little secret of the woman who
abandoned us for a life of luxury.
“ Are you saying Trudy was a hooker?” he asked, shifting in his
seat and dropping his jaw clean open.
“ From what I’ve been told, and from what I remember… yes. She
lived with me and my mum for a few years after I was born, and then
she met…”
Oh crap. I
seriously didn’t think this one through.
“ My dad? My dad bo ught a hooker to replace my mom?”
Oh fuck. Lord,
take me now.
“ Shit, Blaine, I’m sorry. I didn’t thi-”
Wait a minute… is he… laughing ?
“ Jesus, why doesn’t that surprise me one bit? Dirty old
bastard! And as for Trudy… I always knew she was all caviar above
the table and no freakin’ panties beneath it.”
“ Blaine, this isn’t funny. Why aren’t you pissed off?” I asked in
disbelief, trying desperately not to let his laugh infect
me.
“ Because I’m well aware what a prick my father is, lish.
That isn’t news to me.” His statement and the look of hatred tinting his
bright blue eyes took me by surprise and I knew there was far more
to his relationship with his dad than he was willing to let on just
yet.
“ You said he ‘replaced’ your mum. What did you mean?”
“ My mom died when I was five. Cancer of the something or other. Then
my dad left me with my Aunt Mable for a few weeks while he went
away on business and when he came back I had a new mom –
Trudy.”
“ Shit. I’m sorry.”
“ I’m over it. I mean, I miss her sometimes, I think. But then I
don’t really remember her. I don’t blame Trudy. I don’t
particularly like her but I don’t blame her. She never tried to be
‘Mom’ if you get me? And of course she gave us Kara, so I’ll always
be grateful to her for that.”
“ Seems like we’re both a pair of screw ups, huh?”
“ Yeah, I guess we are, ” he agreed with a faint laugh.
“ I need to think about getting home. I’ve not checked in on
my mum for a few hours and she doesn’t do too well being
alone.”
“ Sure thing, lish. I’ll grab my keys.”
“ Oh no, I wasn’t hinting or anything. I’ll call a
taxi.”
“ Bullshit. I’m driving you,” he demanded and sounded all masculine and
authoritative. It sent a delicious shiver down my spine and pooled
between my legs.
“ Yes, master,” I teased. Then he leaned in and gave me a long,
lingering kiss filled with passion and need, before snatching
himself away and laughing at my attempt to pout.
“ Blaine?” I called when he disappeared into the grandiose
hallway for his car keys.
“ Yeah?”
“ What does ‘lish’ mean?” He sauntered back into the room
exuding an almost arrogant swagger.
“ It’s my take on delicious. ‘Cause you are seriously the
most delicious thing I’ve ever seen.” He smiled at me, a wicked,
suggestive, stomach flipping smile. Then he bent towards me and
briefly brushed his lips against
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