- PTBB #2
"Who the hell are you?"
Valencia Morgan has dedicated two years of her life caring for the guy she's loved. After all, she believes he'll wake up one day and sweep her off her feet.
And wake up, he does. For a moment, she's filled with a...
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"I want ice-cream." Mason pouts.
Across the coffee table, Gabriella's mother frowns. "Can't that child ever stop whining, Gabriella? Really."
They're all seated in the ginormous living room. Well, everyone else is. I've just arrived after washing my face and checking out the guestroom I'm apparently staying in.
"Mom, he's not even three yet."
Zach leans in next to Gabriella. "Here," he says, gathering Mason in his arms. "I'll take him for ice cream."
I'm still by the door, although I should have entered by now.
Gabriella's parents make me laugh and cry at the same time. I would probably be doing the former if they hadn't called me a prostitute.
I still haven't got over that.
Zach gets up and turns around, finding me by the door. He smiles instantly, revealing a dimple on his left cheek.
"Hey, Morgan. Wanna join us for ice-cream?"
Seriously?
Thank God we were far away from his parents.
"It's 2 degrees out. You're going to get the poor boy sick."
"Then you should come with us and make sure that doesn't happen." He winks.
I turn to Mason. Why does everyone insist on carrying him around, when he's perfectly capable of walking?
I guess he's just too adorable.
"Mason, honey, how does a chocolate cake sound instead? There's a cafè just off the street."
"Do you like chocolate cake?" Asks Zach.
"Who doesn't?" I shrug. I reach towards Mason and do the top buttons of his coat. He swats my hand away.
"I don't want you getting sick, that's all." I smile at him.
"Cia, we've gone over this. I'm a big boy, now."
Whatever helps you sleep at night, Mason.
Zach, meanwhile, continues pestering me. "Why don't you want to come with us?"
"Seriously, I just don't feel like it."
He tilts his head. "No, wait, I get it. You're probably watching your weight." A smirk appears on his face. "Don't wanna get too fat in case you can't work the pole any more."
My mouth hangs open, and all I can hear is Zach's laughter.
I'm just about to smack him, but he ducks and leaves the room.
Taking in a breath, I shake it off and join Gabriella and her parents, who are sitting by the fire.
Her mother is reading some magazine, with her legs up on the recliner. Her dad is checking his phone.
