Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Lolly

I wake up extremely warm and kind of stiff. It takes me a second to recall what the hell is going on and why I’m on the floor. As I wake up more and more, memories flood my mind, and I open my eyes good and wide now. Ander kept his word about spending all night eating my… me. He woke me up so many times I lost count. I would come awake with his mouth on me and his tongue busily fanning the flames of my desire which I found out is located directly on my clit.

But now morning light is spilling into the room and the reality of what I let him do is sinking in. He’s practically still a stranger. I reach out for him but come up empty. And my morning goes from bad to worse when I hear the familiar sound of my mother’s voice calling my name.

Oh Shit!

I struggle up and barely put my clothes back just when Mom, Dad, and Cammie all come into the den. By the look on their faces, they are just as surprised and shocked as I am. It doesn’t take long for them to recover, however.

“Young lady, what is all of this?” The disappointing tone is one I am hugely familiar with from my mom.

I think hard but nothing is really coming to mind to tell her.

“And with Mr. Baxter in the house. What were you thinking?”

Again, I open my mouth but my mother is having none of it.

“I can only hope you haven’t ruined the sale.”

“Sale?”

A noise has everyone turning to look at Ander standing in the doorway.

“Mr. Baxter, so good to finally meet you?”

I look from him to my dad who steps forward to offer him his hand. Ander takes it and gives it a sharp shake before dropping it. His eyes never leave mine.

“I do so hope whatever Lilly is doing hasn’t changed your mind about wanting to buy, Mr. Baxter.” My mother puts in and Cammie can hardly keep her tongue in her mouth as she sizes him up.

I’m hit with a sinking feeling in the hollow pit of my gut as more than the sun dawns this morning. I don’t think Anders is who I thought he was. When I look into his eyes, I can tell he isn’t. I was a fucking idiot. I still am actually.

I watch as my sister slithers over to him and puts her hand on his chest while batting her eyes at him. Not wanting to see how Ander falls under her spell, I focus on Mom and Dad.

“The heat’s out.”

With that, I strategically gain my feet while keeping the blanket wrapped around my waist since I’m not sure where my sleep shorts went and head for their room.

“Oh, and I’ve been using your bed because Cammie has a huge dildo in her room. Bye.”

I make sure I waste no time as I start throwing shit into my bag after pulling on the pair of jeans I wore yesterday and a sweater I'm not certain is clean. I don't really care anymore. I just want to get out of here. Before I can make my exit, Cammie is in the doorway holding up my sleep shorts.

“You slept with that hottie.” She’s got a cat’s smile on her face, the kind they get when they’ve just eaten a bird. “Did you know he’s a millionaire when you fucked him?”

“I don’t know anything about the man, Cammie" Clearly not what I thought I did. "And it’s none of your business what I did or didn’t do.”

I snatch the shorts from her hand.

“I could get you in real trouble with Mom and Dad if I told them you were fucking the investor they’re trying to sell the place to. Do you know how angry Mom will be?”

“Knock yourself out, Cammie.”

I stand up straight and throw my bag over my shoulder ready to leave.

“You really didn’t know who he was, did you, sweet sister? How…cute.”

“How’s the morning sickness? Does the clubbing help with the nausea or is it more the meaningless sex that has it going away?”

At first, her mouth pops open in shock but then her eyes narrow, turning them beady like the snake she is.

“I wonder what Ander will do when he gets a real woman on top of him, one who knows what she’s doing. I bet I could get an engagement before the new year. All the men want what I have between my legs.”

The way she says it makes me want to throw up for her. It’s a little too close to some of the things Ander said last night. Is the playbook the same or was this all some sort of game the two of them decided to set up? Are Mom and Dad in on it? I discard that thought right away, they can’t organize a hoagie. No, this would just be Ander and Cammy if it were a setup. The look she gave him when he came through the door wasn’t one of sexual assessment, it was the look you give when you’ve not seen your lover in a couple of days. Not that it matters, hungry is hungry and she was starving for it.

“But poor Lilly, you can’t keep them in bed with you, can you? I wonder how quickly he jumped up this morning to wash the taste of you out of his mouth?”

I curl my lips in between my lips to keep from crying. I forgot how cruel Cammie can be. I won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing a single tear fall. “About as fast as your baby daddy hit the door running when he realized he’s going to be stuck as a co-parent with you, you self-centered, knocked-up witch.”

I shoulder bump her out of the way and run right into Mom’s shocked face. “Lilly Perkins! I can’t believe what you said to your sister, young woman.”

“Believe it, mom. Gee, wonder where she learned it from.”

Her mouth falls open again and a satisfying strangling noise comes out of her as Cammie gasps behind me.

“Where are you going, Lilly? It’s the day before Thanksgiving. You can’t just leave.”

I turn to give her a sarcastic grin with raised eyebrows and keep heading for the door.

“Don’t worry mother. Thanksgiving is for family and I’ll make sure not to hit the brake on my way down the driveway away from all of you.”

I’m done. They can sell the farm, they can leave the animals - actually, I’ll be calling the humane society for them. They can choose the perfect daughter for them. I’m all out of fucks to give.