“You should’ve specified it then. You made a mistake and now I want you to suck yourself off my fingers.”
“Cole…” I clench my thighs at the image.
“Do it before Mum comes in.”
Damn him.
With one last glance at the door, I take his digits into my mouth. He watches me with a rare gleam in his eyes. It’s like the sun is shining on the green in them.
For a second, I’m too lost in his eyes, in the feel of his fingers as he glides them against my tongue, making me taste the remnants of me and lime from when he put them in his mouth.
Now I want to keep tasting lime until I can’t.
Until lime becomes the most forbidden taste on earth.
It’s wrong, isn’t it?
Absolutely wrong.
I slide my mouth away with a pop and his brows scrunch.
“Helen is waiting for you,” I murmur.
“This is the last time I’ll have to leave after dinner, Butterfly.” He leans in and brushes his lips against my nose.
“I hate you.”
Cole pulls on my hair, hard, then turns around and leaves.
My legs fail to carry me anymore and I fall on the bed with tears glistening in my eyes.
You can’t do things a little too early or a little too late.
Timing is important.
And I just messed it all up.
12
Silver
Papa and Helen get married on my eighteenth birthday as they planned.
Happy birthday to me.
I did everything I could in the background. I tried to secretly tell Helen that Papa is very busy and never actually puts time aside for home and that’s why Mum divorced him.
I told Papa that Helen’s career is at its top level and she’ll continue writing her bestsellers instead of being a housewife.
I even stooped so low that I got Mum involved. She came over to tell Papa that he’s disgusting for bringing another person to his daughter’s life when the elections are so close.
He brushed her off.
I hated myself for being the type of bitch who’s out to sabotage her father’s marriage. That’s not me.
There’s nothing I want more than to see Papa and Helen happy.
If only she didn’t have a son. Or had a different son.