Lucky Me

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Chapter Thirty

I didn't go down for breakfast the next morning. The maids came in with a bit of food but I barely touched it. From what I've heard, my Mom isn't sleeping in the room she shares with Dad. Hell, I don't even think she's at the house.

There was a knock on the door and I groaned, "Go away.'' I mumbled into my pillow.

The person ignored me and I heard the door open. I was about to scowl at them when I turned around and so Ezra leaning against my closed door. His arms crossed over his chest and he had a concerned look on his face.

I bit my bottom lip, I even forgot that he was here. I feel awful.

"What do you want, Ezra?''

He shrugged, "I thought you might want some company.''

I rolled my eyes, "thanks, but no thanks.''

"Morgan​-"

"Look,'' I sniffed. "I don't want to see anyone much less talk to someone. I'm sorry for being a terrible . . . host.''

Ezra laughed, "Host? Seriously? The only reason why I'm even here is because of you. Hell, I would have left a long time ago if I didn't care about you.'' He sat down on my bed. "I don't know much about your father, but the things I heard last I can tell he isn't much of a father.''

I cried and nodded. Ezra hugged me and I hugged me back and I instantly stopped crying. But when I pulled away I saw that his shirt was partially drenched. "I'm sorry,'' I mumbled.

He laughed, "it's fine, you don't have to worry about it.''

I gave him a weak smile, "thank you. I just feel like . . . I feel free actually. Because I finally told my father how I felt like yesterday . . . but I also feel awful. I just stormed out on him . . . who does that?''

"People who are hurting,'' Ezra said without hesitation. "You're hurt and honestly your father deserved a little taste of his own medicine. Now stop beating yourself up about it, okay?''

I nodded. Ezra somehow had a way of making me feel better by either just talking to me or holding me or kissing me.

"Do you know where my Mom is?''

Ezra frowned, "she's . . . away. As in she's in Florida.''

"What?'' I sat up abruptly almost falling out of my bed. "She's in Florida? Why the hell did she leave the state?''

"Because of what happened last night?''

"Oh come on, my parents have fought many times and never had they ever fled from one another. Something is up, I'm calling her.''

I reached out for my phone and dialed my mother's phone number. It rang once, twice, three times until they told me to leave a voicemail. I groaned and dialed her number again, the same thing. I was going to call her for the third time but Ezra grabbed my hand and yanked my phone away.

He tucked it into his pocket, "maybe your Mom needs space. You don't have to worry,''

I snort, "please, space? What I need is my Mom to tell me what the hell is up.'' I run a hand through my hair and then I heard my phone buzz.

I try to grab my phone but then I end up tackling Ezra and ended up on top of him. I stared down at his lips and mine hovered above his and finally, he pulls me down and kisses me.

His hands touching my bare skin sending electricity coursing through my body. I feel like I've just been hit my a million jolts of lightning. I feel so alive, goosebumps crawling up my arms, chills running down my spine. When I imagined kissing him again, I never imagined it would be this great.

When he pulls away he gives me another peck and I groan. "Seriously?''

He smirks, "seriously what? You're the one who keeps on teasing me,''

"When do I ever tease you?''

"You just look so beautiful it's kinda hard trying to keep my hands off you,''

I smiled, "then don't.''

He cocks an eyebrow at me, "are you serious? Are you really ready?''

I nodded and leaned down and kissed him just to prove my point. I think I am, I think I'm really starting to fall for him. It scares me to hell that I am, but I know that he won't hurt me. Not like Dante hurt me. I see myself in the future with him and I like that. I'm ready.

He starts kissing me back at full force and it takes every ounce of will power in my body to not moan. He reaches under my shirt and continues kissing me.

Then the door opens and we leap away from each other. I suddenly find interest in the lamp on my nightstand. Wow, I love the color and look at that design!

I turn around and find my Dad standing there, he looks uncomfortable. He looks at Ezra and narrows his eyes for a minute, "what were you two doing?''

"Talking,'' I say swiftly. "About . . . Elvis Presley.'' Why did I pick Elvis Presley?

"Yeah,'' Ezra nodded hastily. "Such a good musician. Darn, I miss him.''

I couldn't help but smile, chuckling quietly. I then finished laughing and looked up at my father, who obviously didn't believe us but he didn't seem to care. Shocker.

"I just wanted to let you know that your mother is in Florida,''

Oh, so that's all he wanted to tell me? I frowned, "thanks.''

My father looked over at Ezra and sighed, "and I'm sorry too, hopefully, I can make some time in my tight schedule so we can talk.''

I roll my eyes, "yeah, whatever.''

And with that, he left my room.