Beautiful Sin [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 39.

" Wow! You want me ....to come with you ?" Teresa exclaimed, a look of disbelief curved on her youthful face, her Frappuccino long forgotten. It was a ridiculous request from my part and I regretted those words as soon as they took leave from my mouth but the damage had already been done. Besides, a part of me had already envisioned the beaming smile on my mom's face once I introduce her to Teresa. She most definitely would love her , there's no way she could hate a well mannered , God fearing girl who dressed decently unlike Tanya who was the complete opposite of Teresa. The day I brought her with me to my mom, she'd worn a body fitting black dress with a plunging neckline , her pebbled nipples stabbed through the fabric , a perfect indicator of her choosing to not wear a bra . The look of aeration on my mother's face was all I needed to know that she and Tanya would never get along ever. The forced smiles and overly passive aggressive conversations between them was the tune of the night.

" That dress of yours is really pretty," Mom had sarcastically complimented , a sickly grin stretched over her pale lips.

" Why, thank you," Replied Tanya, gazing down at the aforementioned dress, equally as sarcastic as mom. " maybe you should buy yourself a pair or I can buy you a pair because your taste in clothing is....so 1950s."

" Oh , I prefer my choice in clothing ," Smiled mom. " I don't think I want to look like a cheap prostitute if that's what you're implying."

" Mom," My efforts of intervening between these two vile women proved futile .

" What's wrong with prostitutes? They , too, are human beings you know, just trying to make a living," Tanya informed, still smirking sarcastically at my mom .

" So that's your part time job ? " She sneered, arms crossed.

" Mom!" I called once again and still got ignored. My father wasn't around at the time and I knew he too would have sided with my mother on this. Tanya however didn't seem to care. She never cared about what others thought of her , she could flaunt around naked with her head held high and not care if anyone shot her judgmental looks. Another reason I liked her. Her don't-care attitude.

" So what if it is, Vicky?" Tanya had asked. " It's not my fault I have a coveted body . It is not my fault that I am way more prettier and attractive than most girls. And it's certainly not my fault that I still got my sex appeal meanwhile you don't even have fragments of it."

" Tanya," I shot her a dark look , cursing her for saying that to my mom , even though hearing her say those words made my groin stir, manifesting a hardon.

" I like your confidence , darling," Mom informed , a lopsided grin on as she crossed her arms . " but when I was your age, I didn't have to don revealing outfits to garner boys attention like a whore. It's called having self respect."

" Was that before or after Jesus walked on water because you are very old?" I remember I had to tuck my lips inside my mouth to obscure a laugh from spilling out at that statement. My mother wasn't pleased with this conversation as she excused herself to go check on the chicken that was slow roasting in the oven. I remember turning to face Tanya and we both burst out laughing afterwards , which was a bit inappropriate at the time, I mean , she'd just insulted my mother right in front of me but having a broken sense of humor like me , I found it highly hilarious.

" But seriously , you need to be more mindful of the words you say when around my mother, show her a little bit of respect," I recall telling her after we had shared a good laugh , Tanya rolled her eyes and I knew she wasn't going to show her any respect because she was a bitch. And my mom too can be a bitch so having those two seated across from each other during dinner just seemed to create the perfect storm.

Mom had refused to pass the salt when Tanya asked her too , prompting her to reach across the table to get it herself, not before making a show of revealing an ample amount of cleavage to which I'm certain my father caught a glimpse of, his face painted red seemingly embarrassed at himself for looking. Mom did not like that.