DESTINY
“What the actual fuck are you doing?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. There he was, my husband-fake husband-snogging my mother. My mother!
“Destiny, this isn’t what it looks like.” James ripped his hands away from her as if she had burned him. The look on his face would have been comical (a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar) had I not felt such burning rage.
Like hell it isn’t! “How could you?!” Glaring at the two of them, her dressed in a sheer nightdress and him with just his boxers on, his raging erection hard to miss. The air in the kitchen was thick with tension, a suffocating mix of betrayal and disgust. Was he about to fuck her right here in our kitchen?
Mother attempted to pull the scant piece of clothing together to cover more of herself. I sneered at them with disgust. The smell of their betrayal hung heavy in the air, a stench that invaded my senses.
