Page 24 of Deceitful Dreams

“She’s my daughter, you sick bastard!” she screeches, standing up straight to push at Wyatt’s chest. He steps further away from her, backing into me and reaching behind to hold on to my hip. I roll my eyes at my mom’s dramatics.

“Touch me again, and we’ll be leaving till you’ve calmed down. If you want to have this conversation right now, we can. Or Sophie and I will leave,” he says, his fingers flexing where he’s holding me.

My mom’s attention swings to me, her nostrils flaring. “Get away from him, Sophie. I’m going to sue you for even touching my daughter. Put you in jail like the creep weirdo you are!”

I scowl. “Mom, I’m not a child. I wanted to fuck him as much as he did me.”

Wyatt inhales sharply, pinching me in warning to stay quiet. “Mary, I’ve been asking to talk about the annulment of our marriage. I showed you the videos presented.”

“What videos?” I ask at the same time my mother pushes at him again. “An annulment doesn’t mean you screw my daughter, asshole!”

I step to the side of Wyatt, pushing her away from him. “Stop hitting him! Stop pretending you care about that!”

She stands still, staring at me in shock. Crossing my arms, I glare back. Wyatt moves, and I’m comforted by the heat of his chest pressed against me.

“Let’s not pretend you’re upset because I’m your daughter when it’s really because he’s already moved on.”

She shakes her head. “What are you talking about?”

My shoulders lift in a long shrug. “Mom, you never checked in with me once the entire trip. Or really at all the past four years. I left across the country and you couldn’t be happier to not have the baggage of me. I come back, and you’re more concerned about your husband not fucking you.”

Her eyes narrow. “I know you think you have it all figured out, but believe me, Sophie. He’s just using you, probably knocked you up on purpose.”

“Why would he do that?” I ask, throwing my hands up in frustration.

She lets out an annoyed hiss through clenched teeth. “It’s how men trap you.”

I clap slowly and laugh. “Really? Because that worked out so well for my dad, right?”

Her face blanches, and she faces Wyatt again. “I’ll never sign an annulment.”

“I don’t need your signature. As long as I can prove I never consented to it in the first place, the judge will grant it to me.”

Shaking my head, I grab Wyatt’s arm. “I want to leave, please.”

He looks down at me, concern swirling in his eyes. “Pack only what you need, baby.”

“Excuse me!” my mom screams. “Sophie, don’t pack anything.”

Wyatt growls, stepping in front of me when she moves to grab me. “Touch her and you’ll regret it, Mary. I’ve told you twice now if you can’t calm down, then we’re leaving. Get out of her room.”

“Fuck you, Wyatt,” she spits out, crossing her arms. “Get out of my fucking house.”

I turn around, grabbing my duffle bag from the floor and stuffing the few clothes I had lying around. Tangling my fingers into his, I squeeze his hand to signal I’m ready to go.

My mom’s mouth drops open. “Sophie, I promise you. You’re too naïve to realize he’s taking advantage–”

“We’re leaving. Anything you need to say can be said through my lawyer,” Wyatt grits out.

He pulls me in front of him, putting himself between my mother and me. As soon as we get to the stairs, I pick up the pace as my mother’s screams get louder and something slams into the wall above our heads. Wyatt presses against my back, nearly carrying me out the door and into my car.

Chapter Thirteen

Sophie

A few months later

A warm mouth sucking on my nipple has me gasping awake. I grasp onto the head at my breast, tangling my fingers into his hair. He groans, kneading the other as he pushes his knee between my legs and nudges them apart. Wyatt settles between my thighs, his hard cock rubbing against my pussy.

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