Page 86 of Sinful Escape

Thank Christ

An image of Mother flashed into my mind. She was sitting on the knee of a man she’d met that night. Her shirt was open, and the creep was ogling down her top. Mother was watching him do it. The expression on her face confirmed that they’d be in bed together before the night was over.

When Mother finally dragged her eyes away from him and met my gaze, she’d shrugged and mouthed, “What?” at me. As if I needed to explain how shocking it was to see a complete stranger drooling over my mother’s tits. Especially as my father was also sitting in the room.

No, I was nothing like my mother.

My phone buzzed with another text.

Sorry, babe, gotta go. Mom just escaped out the front door in her bathrobe

OMG, I’m so sorry

Don’t be. I’m just pleased you finally have a new sex memory to obliterate those boring William ones

She was right about that.

So true. Love you

Luv ya too. MWAHHH

My next text was to Roman.

Hey, I’m back at the hotel. Good night

Unlike Zali, his reply wasn’t instant. I stared at the phone for a couple of minutes before I put it onto the bedside table, turned off the lamp, and curled to my side.

My phone dinged, and the glow from the screen lit the room. I rolled over and clutching it, read Roman’s reply.

Did you have fun?

Did I have fun? Hmmm.

Yes, it was great. Tired now though. Going to sleep

I bet you are. He was hot

Roman was weird. Why would he point out how hot another guy was? Even William had never done that. Though I was sure he’d been checking guys out. I cursed myself for even thinking about him.

Goodnight

We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Sleep well

No we won’t. Turning off phone now

Before he responded, I switched my cell off and rolled onto my side again.

I stared at a sliver of light that crept in through my bedroom window, cutting a white stripe into the darkness. My night with Oscar had been like that. A slice of excitement in a lifetime of monotony.

My mind was on high-speed recall, cruising through memories of what I’d done with him. He’d had all the right moves and my insides still purred with the wonderful sensations he’d incited in me.

William had never done that. So why the hell do I still think about him?

Zali was right.

Sex with Oscar should have obliterated my sex memories with William.

So why do I feel so bad?

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