-- 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒕 * 𝑴.𝑻.𝑺.

xiv. miss pete

lil imagine for you fem switches out there! i really do apologize for putting this book on hold. IM STILL A HOTTIE I JUST HAVENT BEEN HAVING ANY IDEAS. but...enjoy!

MISS PETE
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"be quiet for me, lady."
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"y/n! please shut the hell up." sydney's little sister grimaced at me, making me laugh even more.

"syd, tell yo' little sister to stop being such a suck-up." i told my friend, who was too into her phone to listen to us two bicker.

"fuck y'all—"

before sydney could verbally assault us any further, heels clacking on the floor cut her off, "watch your mouth sydney."

there stood megan, sydney's mom.

her curves were defined more by the bloodshot red dress she wore. she wore black red bottom heels, finishing the look off with a yves saint laurent clutch.

fuck she's so sexy.

sydney and laila popped out of their seat to hug their mom, splurging out compliments to her. i just sat in the chair, mesmerized by the 36-year-old woman.

yes i know it sounds bizarre for a 19-year-old to be crushing on a milf, but, megan is really sexy. she hasn't aged a bit.

i've playfully told sydney her mom is something to die for, but she always brushed it off since she's used to all of our peers hitting on her mother.

"well ladies. i'm going out for a couple hours. hopefully you all will be sleep by the time i get back, am i right, y/n?" she chuckled and winked at me.

her two daughters moued at her subliminal joke but i just laughed along, my eyes flickering from her red painted lips to her cleavage.

"mom can you bring us food back?" laila looked up at megan, still hugged to her side.

"i...don't know laila. we'll see."

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it's been about 3 hours since their mom left and i was the only one in the house up. sydney was sleep while i watched 'all american'.

my heart almost jumped out of my chest when the front door slammed, followed by sobbing and fast foot steps.

i looked down at syd and she didn't even budge. so i decided to investigate. carefully slipping sydney from me into her pillow, i exited the room.

megan's room was right across from sydney. from the crack in her door, i seen mascara running down her face while snatching her clothes off.

my heart wrenched hearing her cry, so i knocked on the door twice, making her jump. when i slowly opened the door, i could see her quickly put a robe over herself, that was in black lingerie.

"y-y/n...uh...i didn't wake you up did i?" she crossed her arms, trying to wipe tears away from her puffy eyes.

"um...not at all. i was watching netflix and heard crying." i scratched the back of my neck. i didn't wanna make it seem like i'm calling her out.

i looked into her eyes to see tears welling back up in them. my heart dropped.

"oh gosh...i'm sorry..." she pursed her lips together and began to cry, dropping to her knees. i decided to comfort her, embracing the woman in my arms.

"w-what happened miss pete...if you don't mind me asking?" i stuttered, not sure if she wanted to vent to me or not. she wiped her eyes and moved some of the dangling hair off her face, sniffling.