Page 97 of The One I Hate
“Don’t care,” I say as I let go of her breast so I can go down and eat what I really want. “Still snacking.”
I didn’t hear my phone vibrating before, but I do now. Thankfully, it stops just as I pull Charlie’s shorts and panties down. Good. I don’t need any distractions right now.
Except just as I’m about to slowly lick her from bottom to top, tasting her sweetness, it starts buzzing again. Only this time it’s not stopping.
“I swear, someone better be dying.” I jump up from the end of the bed and reach for my phone on Charlie’s nightstand. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Simon Alan Banks, is that any way to talk to your mother?”
I fall to the bed, my dick instantly limp at the sound of Demetria Banks’s voice on the other end of the call. “Sorry, Mom. Didn’t see it was you. What do I owe the pleasure?”
Charlie does all she can to hold in her laughter, but fails as a few snickers sneak out. She rolls out of bed, and I have to sit in suffering silence as my mom yells at me about my profane language. I have no idea what she’s saying because I’m distracted by the view of Charlie stripping as she walks to the en suite bathroom.
Oh, that vixen knows what she’s doing…and I never want her to stop.
“…so, Simon, are you going to tell me who you got pregnant?”
Well, that got my attention.
“Huh?’
“Jesus, I’m going to need you to take all the wheels right now.” Mom lets out a sigh, which gives me time to recoup. Because how in the hell does my mom know Charlie’s pregnant? “Simon, please explain why Loretta Perkins was walking her catyesterday, minding her business, when she looked over to the obstetrician’s office to see you walking out, hand in hand, with a woman she didn’t know?”
“Why is Loretta walking her cat? I think we need to be talking about that.”
“Dammit, Simon. Focus.” And I would, but now I’m thinking about her hairless cat on a leash. “Why did Loretta see that and tell me last night at bingo? Why am I the last to know?”
Charlie comes back into her room, wrapped in a towel from her quick rinse. Shit. Because of fucking Loretta and her fucking cat, I not only I have to tell my mother about Charlie, but I also missed out on shower sex.
“Does it make you feel better that you’re the first to know?”
“I don’t need your sass right now, Simon Banks.”
My choice of words gets Charlie’s attention as she comes to sit next to me on the bed. We have a quick, yet silent conversation, ending with both of us slowly nodding.
“Well, Mom…” I put the phone on speaker so Charlie can be part of this. “The reason Loretta saw me at the doctor’s is because yes, I’m going to be a dad.”
Silence. That’s it. A pin drop would set off a noise indicator.
Charlie and I join hands, waiting for any reaction from my mom.
“You’re going to be a daddy?”
I snicker as Charlie rolls her eyes. “Yes. I’m going to be a daddy.”
“Who is she?”
Her voice is worried, and I get it. My mom knows my track record. She knows I’ve never had a serious relationship. If she didn’t ask this question I would’ve been worried.
“You know the woman who is moving into Mona’s?”
“Charlie? Oh, we’ve heard all about her. Mona hasn’t shut up about how great she is.”
Charlie and I share a smile. “Yeah. I think she’s pretty great, too.”
“Oh my goodness, Simon. This is so exciting!”
“I think so, too.” I don’t know if my mom heard that over her cheers and squeals.
