Page 90 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“This is my home! How did you get in here? And for the love of God, why aren’t you wearing a shirt?!” I demanded to know.
Suddenly, my mother’s head popped up, her eyes wide, displaying a hint of shame.
“MOM!”
“You don’t understand, sweetheart. This isn’t what it looks like.”
Against my better judgment, I took a few steps forward. My eyes widened in disgust, staring at my parents, who were completely naked under the blanket they had wrapped around them.
“We’re you—we’re you,” my voice quivered.
“Were you two having sex?” Charlotte blurted out.
They both stared at us, completely silent and unable to speak.
“Get dressed now!” I shouted. “Oh my freaking God. What the fuck?” I held the sides of my head while walking into the kitchen.
“Ashton, calm down.” Charlotte softly rubbed my back. “I know this is shocking?—”
“Shocking? This goes way beyond shocking, Charlotte. I’m scarred for life. I could always proudly say that I was never one of those kids who caught their parents having sex. I can no longer say that.”
“Okay, son. Let us have it. Get it out of your system.” My parents walked into the kitchen.
“YOU TWO HATE EACH OTHER. MOM, YOU’RE MARRIED. AND DAD, YOU HAVE A BABY ON THE WAY!” I shouted louder than I’d ever shouted before.
“Calm down, sweetheart.” My mother put her hands up.
“Calm down? How did this even happen? How the fuck did you two get into my house? And what gives you the right to have sex in my home?”
“Really, Ashton. Consider it payback for all the girls you fucked in our home when you were younger,” my mother said. “Just be quiet and let me explain.” She sat at the kitchen table. “I came over to see if you would allow me to take Eloise for the night before we head back to Italy. I was out and about, doing some shopping, and I left my phone in our hotel room. When I arrived, no one was home, but then Paul and Katrina pulled up with Eloise and told me they were packing a bag for her because she was spending the night at their house. I came inside with them, kissed and hugged Eloise goodbye, and they left. I told Katrina I would lock up because I had to use the bathroom, and that’s when she told me you told her to leave the key under the mat.”
“Then I came over, taking a chance you were home, because I needed to speak to you about something. I was sure as hell shocked when your mother answered the door. She slammed it in my face but failed to lock it. So, I came in and we had a few words. One thing led to another. What can I say?” He held out his arms.
“You’re both in relationships! God, I can’t even look at you two. I really thought you both had done it all to me. I didn’t think there was anything left than actually murdering each other in cold blood. But here we are, in my home, with you two on my couch, having sex. What if Eloise had been with us?”
“Well, I already knew she wouldn’t be,” my mother said.
“And honestly, we didn’t expect you to return this early. We figured you’d go to dinner or something, and we’d be out of here by the time you got back,” my father said.
“Early? It’s six o’clock in the evening!”
“Exactly. It’s dinner time,” my father said. “Listen, Ashton. I’m not proud of what happened.”
“I’m not either,” my mother said. “But it happened, so deal with it! I have to get back to Raphael.”
“And I need to get back to Margo.”
“You two have no shame. This is wrong on so many levels, and you both seem unfazed by it. Like it was no big deal?”
“Well, it isn’t,” my father said.
“YES, IT IS!” I shouted.
“Oh, please, Ashton. Don’t you dare sit up there on your high horse and judge us,” my mother spoke. “And not a word of this to Raphael or you’ll be disowned.”
“Same for Margo, son,” my father said.
“Just get out. Go!” I pointed toward the door. “You, go back to Los Angeles, and you go back to Italy.”
