Page 79 of Billion Dollar Mistake

Jeremy: Fair enough. But please don’t tell them I’m packing. (A monster dick)

Nova: Oh God. I’m going. See you soon.

Jeremy: Can’t wait.

I tuck my phone away and find my mom watching me.

“Who are you texting?” she asks.

Here goes.

“Um. A guy.”

Why is it so hard to tell your parents even as a damn adult.

Her face transforms. “Oh. Tell me more.”

Her excitement adds to my nerves.

“Let me make some tea and I’ll tell you. I don’t want to wake Dad. You can tell him when he wakes up.”

“You’re fine with him knowing?” Mom asks.

I shrug. “Yeah. You guys know everything.”

Mom walks over to me with a warm smile and hugs me.

“My sweet daughter,” she whispers into my hair as if I’m still a child.

We pull apart and I smile.

We walk to the kitchen. I make tea and she pulls out the cake she made for the week.

“Looks good, what did you make this week?”

“Lemon cake,” she replies, placing a piece on a plate. She pushes it over to the counter where stools sit underneath. I put our cups of tea beside the places. We take our seats and eat.

“So good.”

“You always did like my lemon cake.”

I sip some tea, preparing myself to deliver the news.

“So I’m going on a date.”

“Where to?”

“He’s surprising me. He’s picking me up at four.”

She cradles her cup in her hand.

“I love that element of surprise. Most guys don’t do the old-fashioned thing anymore.”

Well, we definitely didn’t since we had sex before getting married, but I don’t dare tell her that. I share almost everything. Some things, like my bedroom activity, are not a topic of discussion with my parents. Friends, yes, my parents, no.

“He is a gentleman. I’ve just started to get to know him.”

“Well, I hope your date goes well and then maybe your dad and I can meet him.”

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