Page 46 of Corrupt Idol

If she took a picture of him right now, it would be the perfect ad for a male gigolo. His jeans rode low on his hips, hair tousled, and the wrecked bed behind him told its own story. Women would pay well for one night with him. Actually, if he had on his uniform, he could make even more money. Another career path if he decided to leave the military.

“We’re going to grab breakfast before we head out and be home by late afternoon,” he said.

His tone warm and easy. He was back to being the good son while her well-used body still throbbed from his attention. Seriously? She wanted to hurl her shoe at his head.

“Knowing you’re there with Violet makes us feel so much better. Have you two been having fun?” Lynne asked

“Yes.”

Her teeth ground together when he told what whopping lie.

“We’ve been taking in the sights and talking about the past.”

She whipped her head around and their eyes locked.

“I’m so glad we have this time together,” he said and winked at her.

“Fuck you,” she mouthed and he smiled.

“Here, talk to Vi. I need to take a shower and feed her. She’s grumpy.”

He tossed the phone on her duffel before he wandered into the bathroom. Motherfucker.

“Violet?”

Lightheaded with rage, she tried to gentle her voice as she said, “Hey, Mom. How are you?”

“I’m good. I’ve been worried about you two, but knowing you’re in Texas makes me feel better. You haven’t been taking much pictures.”

She cleared her throat. “Yeah, no. Sorry. It’s been super hectic.”

“I’m sure. You two got everything wrapped up so quickly. I’m so glad. Just a little further and then you’ll be home.”

“Right,” she said as she got dressed.

“I’m not trying to be pushy, but what do you think about heading to Florida the day after tomorrow? Is that too soon? Did you want to get settled before—”

“No, that sounds perfect. Let’s head to the beach.” She needed as much activity as possible.

“Yay! We’re on the same wavelength.”

Her anger was tempered by Lynne’s excitement and good cheer. Just hearing her mom’s voice made her feel better. Lynne was an anchor in her otherwise messed up world. All she wanted to do was curl up beside Lynne and just be. It was fucked up that she needed comfort from her mom when she should be giving it, but she felt so fucking lost and needed her more than ever.

“I can’t wait to come home,” she said.

“Me either. Having both of my babies’ home…” Lynne’s voice hitched suspiciously.

She walked to the window as she heard the shower cut off in the bathroom.

“Don’t, Mom,” she begged.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Lynne said and could hear her smiling through the tears. “I’m just so happy. You two are my world.”

She swallowed hard. “And you’re mine.”

“Well, you’ll be here soon enough. Take pictures, have fun, and be safe.”

“I love you.”

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