loudly before putting it on speaker, “Hi, Mom.”
“A crotch shot? Nothing says good morning than a steaming cup of coffee, a newspaper and a photo on page five of your daughter’s crotch.”
Mason chuckled into his cup spurring me to throw a pillow at him. “Mason shut it.”
“Good Afternoon, Kara” Mason said sweetly.
“Good afternoon my ass; there’s nothing good about it. There’s nothing good about a day filled with clients gossiping about my daughter’s crotch. Nothing.”
“Well at least business at the spa probably tripled today with everyone clamoring for a wax just to be like our girl here.” He mumbled.
“Stop being rude,” I barked.
“Anya?” Mom asked.
“On it,” She responded as she swished pass me, slapping Mason on the back of his head.
“Hey,” He rubbed it shooting her an evil glare. “No hitting.”
Mom laughed, “Thank you, Anya.”
“My pleasure,” Anya clucked her tongue while waving a finger at him. “Not nice Mason. Not nice at all.” She grinned at me, “Are you hungry love?”
I smiled at her wickedly because I loved how Kara and Anya knew each so well. They were like mischievous sisters when they wanted to be, and like tough, take-no-shit mama bears when anyone messed with me.
“Nope, and I hope you didn’t make any of your famous macaroni and cheese, because I think I’ve gained ten pounds since I’ve been staying here.” My mouth was salivating, Anya was a good chef and as testament to her culinary skills, she finally moved from being Kara’s personal chef to opening her own restaurant.
Anya circled me with a smile. “Please, are you fishing for compliments again? Yes, Infinity, you’re gorgeous. Yes, Infinity, you’re sexy. Blah—blah—blah.”
I looked at her smirking, “That’s plain rude. By the way, you could have simply come in here, and woke me up instead of sending golden boy wonder.”
She rolled her eyes, “Please, I didn’t send him anywhere. I helped raise you, so I know how to deal with your unruly ass. I don’t need a wet behind the ear cub to run interference for me. If I wanted to wake you, I would have dragged your ass out of bed like I’ve done almost every morning since the day you grew pubic hair.”
I made a gagging sound, “Anya? Really? Language…”
She snorted, “Don’t get all self-righteous with me when you curse like a fucking sailor. See you in the kitchen.” She tossed her shiny auburn hair over her shoulder before bustling out of the room laughing.
Mom sighed, “So what’s the deal, Infinity? I thought we turned the corner on your reckless behavior.”
I hated having to explain myself over and over. “I’m going to say this again and please listen, digest and move on from this topic. Last night I had a total of two Rejuvenators, which is not enough to give me a buzz. Someone must have slipped Rejuvenators in my drinks.”
Mason sat forward attentively, “Impossible! My club is secure.”
I blew-out with anger, “Well, my theory disproves that doesn’t it?”
His eyes got flinty. “It doesn’t prove anything. What about that half empty Rejuvenator bottle?”
“Not my doing. So if you want to get all uptight about something, get upset about someone slipping it in my drinks without my knowledge and while we’re at it, why don’t we get upset about the fact that all of this happened under the watch of your super tight security.” I looked at him coldly, “Oh and wait, here’s another thing to get upset about, all this shit is happening at the same time this nasty rumor is circulating about you starting proceedings to get conservatorship of my affairs. Coincidence?”
“What the hell is going on, Mason?” Mom barked.
Mason sputtered. “What the fuck are you talking about, Infinity?”
“Answer the question, Mason. Are you starting proceedings to get conservatorship of my affairs?” I asked icily.
“That’s not a question; it’s an accusation that I refuse to
“A crotch shot? Nothing says good morning than a steaming cup of coffee, a newspaper and a photo on page five of your daughter’s crotch.”
Mason chuckled into his cup spurring me to throw a pillow at him. “Mason shut it.”
“Good Afternoon, Kara” Mason said sweetly.
“Good afternoon my ass; there’s nothing good about it. There’s nothing good about a day filled with clients gossiping about my daughter’s crotch. Nothing.”
“Well at least business at the spa probably tripled today with everyone clamoring for a wax just to be like our girl here.” He mumbled.
“Stop being rude,” I barked.
“Anya?” Mom asked.
“On it,” She responded as she swished pass me, slapping Mason on the back of his head.
“Hey,” He rubbed it shooting her an evil glare. “No hitting.”
Mom laughed, “Thank you, Anya.”
“My pleasure,” Anya clucked her tongue while waving a finger at him. “Not nice Mason. Not nice at all.” She grinned at me, “Are you hungry love?”
I smiled at her wickedly because I loved how Kara and Anya knew each so well. They were like mischievous sisters when they wanted to be, and like tough, take-no-shit mama bears when anyone messed with me.
“Nope, and I hope you didn’t make any of your famous macaroni and cheese, because I think I’ve gained ten pounds since I’ve been staying here.” My mouth was salivating, Anya was a good chef and as testament to her culinary skills, she finally moved from being Kara’s personal chef to opening her own restaurant.
Anya circled me with a smile. “Please, are you fishing for compliments again? Yes, Infinity, you’re gorgeous. Yes, Infinity, you’re sexy. Blah—blah—blah.”
I looked at her smirking, “That’s plain rude. By the way, you could have simply come in here, and woke me up instead of sending golden boy wonder.”
She rolled her eyes, “Please, I didn’t send him anywhere. I helped raise you, so I know how to deal with your unruly ass. I don’t need a wet behind the ear cub to run interference for me. If I wanted to wake you, I would have dragged your ass out of bed like I’ve done almost every morning since the day you grew pubic hair.”
I made a gagging sound, “Anya? Really? Language…”
She snorted, “Don’t get all self-righteous with me when you curse like a fucking sailor. See you in the kitchen.” She tossed her shiny auburn hair over her shoulder before bustling out of the room laughing.
Mom sighed, “So what’s the deal, Infinity? I thought we turned the corner on your reckless behavior.”
I hated having to explain myself over and over. “I’m going to say this again and please listen, digest and move on from this topic. Last night I had a total of two Rejuvenators, which is not enough to give me a buzz. Someone must have slipped Rejuvenators in my drinks.”
Mason sat forward attentively, “Impossible! My club is secure.”
I blew-out with anger, “Well, my theory disproves that doesn’t it?”
His eyes got flinty. “It doesn’t prove anything. What about that half empty Rejuvenator bottle?”
“Not my doing. So if you want to get all uptight about something, get upset about someone slipping it in my drinks without my knowledge and while we’re at it, why don’t we get upset about the fact that all of this happened under the watch of your super tight security.” I looked at him coldly, “Oh and wait, here’s another thing to get upset about, all this shit is happening at the same time this nasty rumor is circulating about you starting proceedings to get conservatorship of my affairs. Coincidence?”
“What the hell is going on, Mason?” Mom barked.
Mason sputtered. “What the fuck are you talking about, Infinity?”
“Answer the question, Mason. Are you starting proceedings to get conservatorship of my affairs?” I asked icily.
“That’s not a question; it’s an accusation that I refuse to
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