"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrow...
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ChapterSixty Four __________________
How could he put me in a tight position like this? And where were these emotions of his coming from? He never brought them up before when we'd talk about it, so it made me assume that he understood this entire time when he didn't in reality. He wanted this to happen and I'm sure it was tucked under his sleeve for some time now.
My mother's heels clicked after every quick step— it's like she knew he was here, by my door, awaiting on her grand entrance and I could feel the tension rising by the second. Harry seemed unfazed by it all, though. His expression remained careless and his arms rested over his chest, folded, whilst I felt the urge to jump through my window and commit suicide before my mother could get to me.
"Danielle, why aren't you—" And there she stood, still in the hallway but directly face to face with me. She looked amazing, as usual, but something was a bit different.
Her hair no longer held any length or the color of blonde. From the roots and down, a mocha shade of brown covered her hair which was highly unexpected. My mother always hated the thought of having dark hair because she felt that it made her look like she was going through years worth of a divorce.
Don't ask why...
A light button up covered her upper body, but her breasts still revealed themselves and dark jeans with distressed knees occupied her long legs. Everything about this woman in front of me has changed besides one thing. Her.
Those blue eyes that once appeared brighter than ever turned dark when they flickered towards the side of her and seen Harry. My stomach flipped and turned, and my hands shook rapidly. Hot tears were bound to run down my cheeks due to the huge amount of trepidation running through my blue veins.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" She barked towards Harry, stepping into my bedroom with her hands on her hips. "Where is Gemma? I knew Vincent was up to something."
"Mother," I sighed, raising my hands up. "It's not how it... appears to be."
"Appears?" She repeated devilishly, narrowing her eyes. "I'm not a fool, Dani. It's been clear since day one that you've been intrigued by this... horrid excuse of a man!"
"I'd watch what you say if I were you," Harry growled, dropping his hands and balling them at his sides. The heat was radiating off of his body, everyone in the room felt it.
"Can we just talk... alone, please?" I begged, walking up to her with caution.
"There's nothing to talk about, Danielle! You went against everything I've ever taught you! God, why couldn't you be like Liam's sister or the Berlin's children!" She ranted, referring to the other young girls who attended the church.
