Page 104 of Crossing Lines

“What do you mean? What happened? Were you…”

She shakes her head and gulps the wine. “No one forced me. I wanted to sleep with the three of them.”

“Mom… Three?”

“Stop judging me,” she hisses. “You wanted to know. Well, here’s the truth. I went to a party. Saw three guys I liked and told them I’m up for sharing. I had sex with all three without knowing their names, and I enjoyed every minute. I was too far along for an abortion by the time I realized. I couldn’t figure out who the father was to ask for help, so I kept it a secret until it became impossible to hide the belly from your grandparents. You had them, anyway. Your grandma and grandpa raised you right. Why are you sad?”

The fact that she’s even asking me that after the hurtful reveal is wild. “You’re the one who’s sad, Mom.”

She frowns. “Just leave, Davia. Have fun with your rebound man.”

I storm out of the condo, slamming the door behind me. I take the elevator down and climb into Kross’ car.

He holds my hand. “Baby?”

“Take me to your place,” I say softly. “I want you to hold me tight.”

FORTY-TWO

I finally release Davia from my arms at sunrise, and we shower and have breakfast on my balcony since it’s a warm Friday morning.

The painful expression on her face when she returned to the car made me upset with Ms. Sinclair. From the short encounter, I could tell she was someone who did wild shit despite how it affected her daughter. I mean, damn. She’d been hooking up with Jamir’s old man, who is married. That’ll piss him off when he finds out. He better not retaliate against Davia.

To help my baby take her mind off the stress, I drive her to Inner Harbor for a bit of museum touring, some shopping, and a short ferry ride.

Following lunch at a vegan restaurant, we return to my condo to Netflix and chill for the rest of the day.

I massage her feet on my lap as she stretches out on the sofa. “What do you feel like having for dinner?”

“You like curry?” she questions. “I could make curry stew and rice.”

“I was trying to cook for you, ma,” I playfully whine, tickling the bottom of her feet and making her giggle.

“Ah! Kross!” She jumps up from the sofa, unable to handle it. Settling down, she catches her breath and says, “How about I cook dinner, and you make chocolate chip cookies before heading to the club?”

“Sounds good.” I stand. “Feel like going out?”

“Sure.” She kisses me sensually. “I’ll text Trish to see if she wants to come through. Let me start dinner so we can eat and get to dessert.”

“All right.” I wink, understanding the meaning.

I still help her prepare dinner before baking the cookies. We eat the delicious curry meal with wine, enjoy the warm treats, and hit the bed for some sweet sex before changing for the club.

Davia emerges from my bedroom in a dark green corset top, a black feather-like plush skirt, and the faux leather heels I bought her earlier. Curls fluffed out. Makeup flawless. Smelling heavenly as always.

“Beautiful,” I exhale, ever in awe.

She smiles and looks down at herself, picking at her skirt in thought.

I tilt her chin. “You good, baby? Changed your mind about going out?”

She shakes her head. “I’m all right. Let’s go.”

Hopefully, I can help her relax tonight.

After throwing it back on me to track after track, I lead Davia to the VIP to chill and have another drink, leaving Trishell and Reeve vibing on the dancefloor.

Davia sits on my lap. “I’m enjoying myself. Thanks, babe.”

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