Page 18 of Deceitful Dreams

Wyatt pushes the hair that had fallen over my eyes and tucks them behind my ear. “Listen, just give me some time. I’m trying to get an annulment, okay? I’ve been in contact with my lawyer. I just need to ensure your mother doesn’t have any rights to my assets. I want us, Sophie.”

“Okay, I believe you. I’m sorry,” I say. I need this reassurance that he wants me, though. After all, my mom has the ring, and I just have his cum leaking from me.

“You sure? We can stay here for as long as you need,” Wyatt offers.

My lips tilt up. “You want to fuck in the backseat?”

“Jesus.” He cusses and lets go of me. He runs a hand down his face. “Baby, don’t tease me like that. We can’t have a quickie in the middle of a residential neighborhood.”

Rolling my eyes, I flip the mirror on the sun shade down and clean up my makeup. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”

Wyatt grabs my hand, kissing the back of it as he entwines our fingers in his lap and he pulls away from the curb.“It’s just one more step till we can be together.”

The car is barely in park before my mom flies out of the house. We exit the vehicle and my heart sinks as she jumps into Wyatt’s arms. I turn away when he catches my eyes as she presses her lips to his. It hurts to watch, but there’s also that familiar disappointment that my mom ran to him first. Not to me, her daughter whom she’s only seen less than a handful of times in the past four years.

I make my way to the back, opening the cargo space to grab my bags, but Wyatt is right there with me suddenly.

“Sophie, look at me,” he whispers, but I grab my duffle bag, giving him my back as he sets my suitcases on the asphalt.

“Oh my god. My baby! Look how much you’ve grown,” my mom screeches and I give her a half-smile as she throws her arms around me.

“Hey,” I tell her half-heartedly.

She holds onto my shoulders and steps back, glancing down my body. “You look like a totally different person,” she says with a raised eyebrow. I’m not sure if it’s a compliment or not. My mom is the queen of passive aggressive comments.

I shrug. “Yeah, kind of happens when you grow up and discover who you want to be, I guess.”

“Hmm. Good for you. At your age, I was running around taking care of a toddler by myself. I would have killed for your freedom,” she says, laughing like I’ll share in her joke.

Wyatt clears his throat, his hand resting on the small of my back. It sends shivers up my spine, and I feel my skin prickle along my arms. “Perhaps we should let Sophie settle in her room. It’s been a long trip for us.”

My mom lets go and nods, grabbing a suitcase from him. I want to roll my eyes because she’s never been one to help with anything. I glance over my shoulder and Wyatt is already staring at me.

“Remember what I said,” he mutters under his breath as he passes me with our bags.

Taking a deep breath, I try to have confidence in what he promised, but it’s hard. Especially now when we’re going to be separated for however long. And my mom will play the doting wife.

“Are you guys hungry? I could start dinner?” my mom asks as we enter the house.

I scowl, annoyed by the offer. “Since when do you cook?”

She laughs nervously. “I’ve picked up a few things over the years.”

“How convenient. As soon as I leave home,” I whisper.

Wyatt sighs. “Dinner would be nice, Mary. Let me help Sophie take her things to her room.”

My mom leans up, kissing him one more time, and trots off to the kitchen as I glare at her with the heat of a thousand suns. He wipes off his mouth and turns to me with a defeated expression. “Please, baby.”

I swallow, not wanting to upset him further, and nod at the stairs. I want to put more distance between my mom and me. He follows behind me silently as I lead him to my childhood bedroom. At least, I hope it’s still there. My mom turning it into another closet for her extensive shoe and purse collection wouldn’t surprise me.

I brace myself for the change when I swing the door open, and my eyebrows raise when it’s exactly how I left it. Even the baby blue comforter and matching sheets are still folded on the mattress. A small smile graces my lips because she changed nothing, but I try not to not raise any hope that it means she missed me.

“Sophie,” Wyatt says behind me.

Shaking my head, I walk in my room and set my bags down. “Don’t. It’s hard to control my initial reaction, but I understand.”

His hand slides from my lower back and squeezes my ass. “Why don’t you stay up here and I’ll come get you for dinner?”

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