Sabotage: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance

In a way, it’s my fault how she turned out. I fucked her every way you could think of that next week. On the hood of her car out in the middle of nowhere. In the back seat of mine while in the driveway. In her bed and mine. The shower. Hell, the next day, she sucked my dick right there in the laundry room. You name it, we did it. She was addictive. The dirtier it got, the wetter her pussy was.

Alex nods. “Then it’s settled. I’ll call Jenks and let him know.”

RAYLEE

“HEY, MOM,” I say, entering the kitchen back at her and Cliff’s house.

“What?” She spins around, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Hey, sweetie. Twice in one day? That’s a surprise.” She drops the cookbook she was holding and walks over to me, pulling me in for a big hug. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” My arms hug her tighter. I’ve always been close with my mother. She was all I ever had.

Pulling away, she walks over and pulls a barstool out, and pats her hand on it. “Have a seat. I’m about to start making dinner.”

“Oh, I can’t stay. I realized I left my phone here earlier.” Of course, Colt had distracted me, and I forgot it upstairs. Pretty sure it’s still on my bathroom counter where I set it before I jumped in a quick shower after he gave me a wine and cum bath.

“Well, I’m glad you did. How are things going with Nate?” she digs. “I was hoping you’d bring him with you today. Cliff and I would like to meet him.”

Thank God she didn’t mention that at lunch; Colt would have jumped all over an opportunity to make a stab at me for that. “We broke up,” I tell her.

“Oh.” Her voice softens as if my statement just gave her a reason as to why I was acting strange today. “Well, you’ll meet the right one. It just takes time.”

“I know, Mom.” She’s a hopeless romantic at heart. My father treated her like shit. The best thing he ever did was leave us. I’m thankful he never tried to return. “I’m still in college.” I’m about to go into my senior year. The last thing I need is anything serious anyway. I’ve seen girls give up their entire future for a fucking dick. Yeah, I want to know how that works out for them five years down the road.

“Look at Cliff. It took a long time for me to meet him. But believe me, the wait was worth it.” She sighs dreamily, looking off into nothing. “Well, I can’t say that.” Correcting herself, she adds, “I wish I would have found him sooner for us. We’re lucky to have him and Colton in our lives.”

I roll my eyes and agree, hoping she doesn’t hear the sarcasm. “The luckiest.”

“Hey, babe—” Cliff enters the kitchen but cuts himself off when he spots me. “Raylee. This is a pleasant surprise.” He smiles at me.

For an older guy, Cliff is hot. He takes care of himself, works out, and eats healthy. He’s got that salt and pepper thing going on, over six foot tall with dark green eyes and a gorgeous smile. Just like his son. If I knew him in a different life, I’d totally fuck them both. At the same time. No questions asked.

“Don’t get too excited, dear. She just forgot her phone.” My mother laughs. “Who called you?” she asks as he places his cell in the pocket of his dress slacks.

“It was Colton.” He frowns. “I had called him earlier after he left about his car, but he didn’t answer. That was him calling me back.”

“What did he say is wrong with it?” she wonders, my mom, always concerned.

“He said it can’t be fixed.”

“What?” She laughs. “That’s silly. He paid a million dollars for that thing. What does he mean it can’t be fixed?”

Oh, so her good boy lied to them about how much his car cost? He probably doesn’t want his daddy to know how much of his trust fund he spent on it.

“I don’t know.” He sighs. “I offered to have it towed to a guy I know and have him look at it. Something has to be able to be done. He said no. That he had it taken care of.”

I snort, and they both look at me. Placing my hand on my chest, I fake cough. “Sorry, something is in my throat.”

“Here.” My mother opens the fridge door, which is made to look like a cabinet, and hands me a bottle of water. “Drink this. It’ll help.”

I don’t even open it.

“Well, if he says he has it handled …” she trails off, shrugging.

“Yeah.” He walks over to her and kisses her forehead. “I’m going to be in my study. I’ve got some work to do before dinner.”