Page 383 of Billionaire Temptations

As soon as the plane landed at JFK, I stepped off and took in the New York City air. It was good to be back home.

“There’s our baby girl,” my mom shouted as she ran to me. My dad followed behind.

“Hi, Mom. Dad.” I hugged them both.

“Do you have any idea how happy we are to have you home?” She hugged me tightly again.

“Yeah. Actually, I do.” I tried to breathe.

My dad grabbed my two suitcases, and we hailed a taxi back to their apartment. Stepping into my childhood bedroom, I smiled. I’d forgotten how much I’d missed this room when I was in L.A. As I started to unpack, I heard a knock on the door and a voice that was music to my ears. Running out of my room, I ran to Sienna and threw my arms around her.

“Thank God you’re home for good. I’m sorry I couldn’t be at the airport. That damn meeting I was in ran late.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I smiled.

“Hi, Sienna,” my mom spoke. “You’re just in time for dinner. I’ve made a vegetarian macaroni and cheese.”

Sienna made a face at me. She wasn’t fond of my mother’s cooking, but being the sometimes polite woman she was, she graciously smiled and took a seat at the table.

“So tell us how work is going, Sienna,” my mom asked as she scooped some macaroni and cheese onto her plate.

“Oh, the usual. My coworkers are backstabbing bitches, my boss won’t stop hitting on me, and one of my clients hated the advertising campaign that took me two months to develop. But overall, it’s going well.” She smiled.

“Are you seeing anyone?” my father asked.

“No. Not really. I did meet this guy on the plane on our way to London. He lives there. He’s supposed to come to New York to visit next month.”

“He is?” I looked at her in shock. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“Oh. Guess what? Sam is coming to visit next month. It's too bad you don’t know where Mr. Sexy lives. You could have invited him, and we could have double-dated.”

“Whose Mr. Sexy?” my mom asked.

“The guy she met in London. Didn’t she tell you?” Sienna opened her big mouth.

“No,” my dad replied. “Tell us about Mr. Sexy, Chloe.”

I shot Sienna a look, and she gave me the “oops” face. “I’m sorry. I thought you told them. You tell them everything.”

She was right. I did tell my parents everything. We always had an open relationship, and no subject was ever off limits. Hell, my mom was so sexually open that for my sixteenth birthday, she bought me a vibrator. But I didn’t mention what happened in London to them.

“He’s just a guy I met at the hotel bar on our last night there. That’s all.”

“What’s his name?” my mom asked.

“I didn’t get his name.”

“Why wouldn’t you get his name?” my dad asked.

“Don’t people who meet usually introduce themselves?” my mom chimed in.

“We had sex. I didn’t want to know his name, and I didn’t want to know anything about him. It was on my list.” I took a bite of macaroni and cheese.

“What was on your list?” My mom cocked her head.

“To have sex with a stranger in a foreign country. We did. He was beyond amazing, and when I woke up the next morning, he was gone. So now you know. Can we please talk about something else?”

There it was. The reason I didn’t tell my parents about him. Not a day had gone by since that night that I hadn’t thought about him. No matter how hard I tried to push him out of my mind, I couldn’t. Even though I planned on leaving him beforehe woke up, it bothered me that he left first. Having sex with him affected me more emotionally than I thought it ever would have.

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