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I look down at my hand and notice it’s a little wet. Oh my god it’s got to be his pre-cum. HE was about to blow. Fucking hell, have I lost my mind? In front of everyone? Me? The person who is unsure what constitutes as appropriate PDA was jerking her fake husband off in the back of his Tahoe.
And fuck me. I want to do it again.
I pullon the door to Sunday’s dance studio and frown when it doesn’t open. I knock on the door and after several seconds: I see her running up the hallway. She unlocks it and looks at me nervously.
“What are you doing here Ren?” She asks and I raise a brow.
“Just came to talk, I figured I’d catch you after your last class. Am I interrupting something?” I motion to the hallway she just came from.
“What? No! Not like Janie and the boys were interrupting you and your hubby.” She winks and I groan.
“She already told you?!” I lay my head on her front counter.
“You’re lucky she didn’t send pictures. You know Janie ain’t holding back goss-”
“Hey Mom,”
I hear a young male’s voice call, followed by footsteps. I look at Sunday, who is now ghost white, and her honey-colored eyes are as wide as saucers.
I look behind her to see a preteen boy walking up. I’m sure that he is tall for his age, standing about my height. His hair is sandy colored and messy, hanging in front of his eyes, the same eyes as Sunday.
“Mom?” He repeats again, snapping Sunday out of her trance.
“Y-yeah bud?” She asks nervously. Why hadn’t she said anything? Why is she so nervous?
“Mamaw is here. I’m going to go now.” He says slowly as he looks at me with suspicion. “Are you okay alone?” Something inhis protective tone squeezes at my heart. Sunday nods and gives the boy a hug before watching him go out the back door.
Once inside, she lets out a breath and stares at me. “I guess I need to explain.”
“Only if you want to. You kept the matter to yourself for a reason, you know I don’t pry.” I shrug, though inside I’m dying to know.
Sunday pulls herself up on the counter and gives me a pained look. “That’s Wade, he’s my son. He’s eleven.”
Sunday is twenty-four, I do some quick math and then try to hide my expression, but I’m not quick enough.
“I was thirteen.” She states firmly, her brows creased. “But I wanna make it clear, I have worked hard my whole life to graduate early, to raise him, have a job and my dancing career. I was young and got taken advantage of, but I do everything in my power to take care of my son.” I flinch at the sharpness in her tone., I can’t blame her, though. Having a child that young, she has probably had to defend herself on more than one occasion. Walking up to her, I place my hand on top of hers.
“Sunday,” I start softly. “I’m not judging you. Yeah, the age is startling, but you don’t have to justify yourself to me or anyone. I have no doubt you’re a good mom. It was just shocking, since you’ve never mentioned him.”
“I know…” Sunday lets out a tired breath. “People have always been so…temporary in our lives. No one stays around long and it’s been hard on him, so I keep him separate from the rest of my life.”
“Well,” I lean against the counter. “If you ever decide you want to change that, you know me and the girls would love to meet him.” Sunday rests her head on my shoulder.
“Thanks Ren, I kind of love you right now.”
I laugh and pat her cheek. “I kind of love you too Sunday.”
There is a moment of peaceful silence between us before Sunday lifts her head and chuckles. “So, sex in the car while his buddies are beating up your ex?”
I groan. This is going to be a long evening.
Chapter 14
Atlas
“Imean,” Derek shudders as he preps his station for a tattoo. “Do ya’ll not own a fucking bed? All three of you! Fucking in cars, the shop, that water fountain…”
“Hey!” Ash stands up and points at Derek. “Vegas, man! You don’t break the Vegas code.”
