I'd choose you

10. I am a whore!

VERONICA

I never knew that cutting a potato could turn you on so much. Cutting that potato and feeling Ethan's broad figure against mine made me melt, my legs wouldn't move and the way his hands moved mine and the way he whispered in my ear "relax, you're tense" made me want to strip.

I was turned on, like really turned on. I'm disgusting because for sure he doesn't see me the way I see him.

I hate him because he brings back those needs, those feelings that make me feel like an horny teenage boy that cannot wait to go back home to touch his weiner.

I chuckle and stand up from the bed, walking up to Ethan's room, his house is huge. After he went to bed I spent the night sneaking through his house just to check. I'm not a noisy person but I was just curious. If a man can make the action of cutting a potato that sexy imagine what else he can hide.

I entered his room, it's big, dark and has such huge big windows that are sadly covered by two dark curtains. I spot my suitcase on his bed which was already made.

I open it and look for something that might seem cool and "formal", it's June and it is quite chilly outside. I put on a floral white dress and some white sneakers, grabbing my bag to do a simple makeup and walk back to the kitchen.

He is sitting at one of the stools with an espresso in his hands, he hands me a small coffee mug and I look at it, staring at the small cup in between my hands.

"It's not poisoned I promise" he smirks and I down it as if it was a shot.

"Good girl" he mumbles and walks to the sink making me gasp for air with his "good girl".

He looks at me and nods, I nod back and walk to the couch grabbing my leather jacket before making my way to the door and waiting for him, he closes the door behind himself.

We walk to the elevator and stay quiet as I check my phone for the first time.

It's 11:46am.

We're supposed to be there by 12, I have never met someone's family, I mean I met Reid's parents but he is an only child and we were dating for real. But this guy has five siblings. And we're not dating.

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And once we're in front of his mom's house I am shocked to see a beautiful big villa, it is huge and once we knock a woman in her fifties opens the door for us.

Her black hair and her big brown eyes remind me of home and motherly love, one of the types of love that I always craved in the past.

She smiles and quickly brings me in a hug as if she had known me for decades.

"Happy birthday" I chirp.

"Oh dear thank you, it is so nice to meet you finally" she says and I smile as Ethan looks at us, she has an italian accent that makes every little word she says sound so important and heavy.

Her smile is big and warm as if she was so happy to see...me.

"Finally that dick of my son decided to bring a girl home, you look lovely dear" she says and leaves me shocked, with my mouth hanging open, she is not looking at me now, she's looking at Ethan as he smiles and raises his hand with a bottle of red wine in it.

He holds the bottle almost as an apology, maybe because we're late or maybe because he left her years waiting to search for his one.

She smiles back, grabbing the bottle and motioning for us to walk in. I walk in this big bright house full of screaming children and people running around and I feel home.