Page 78 of Give My Everything
“Keep us in mind should there be any changes,” he says, then his eyes return to Remmy’s. “Congratulations again.”
And then the two of them turn and disappear into the crowd, like two pieces of ice in hot water, like they were never standing in front of us at all.
I stare at the space they used to occupy, my mind finding it difficult to refocus, to return to what’s happening around me.
But all it takes is a soft squeeze from Remmy’s hand for me to reattach to this moment.
She looks confused, though I’m not surprised.
It’s got to be confusing when you don’t realize you’re a pawn in someone else’s game.
I crack my neck, side to side, the thought not sitting well with me, but I try not to dwell on it.
It has begun, whether Remmy realizes it today or on another.
“Let’s get another drink, huh?” I say to her, and then I look to my mother. “We’ll see you around tonight, I’m sure.”
She nods, but I can see worry in her eyes.
It’s almost startling to see since she so rarely allows her true emotions to come out to play when she’s in public.
Wyatt says she’s plastic, thinks she’s unfeeling and selfish.
I don’t agree with him, and I never have.
She’s not plastic. She’s like Remmy.
Vivian Calloway spent decades building up her armor for protection, and it’s very rare that you get a peek of what’s truly behind it.
My mind races at that thought.
My mom built up her armor in the face of a villain like my father. It was the way she stayed safe when she felt like she didn’t know how to protect herself.
As I watch the beautiful woman next to me, holding my hand as we move through the crowd, I can’t help but remember that she’s built up her own defense, her own kind of protection.
So who is Remmy’s villain?
Who is the dragon that made her feel so scared she started building her armor at such a young age?
And are they still close enough to wound her?
“I know what you’re doing.”
She corners me when I’m alone, when I’m in the side hallway that leads to the restrooms and the staff-only area.
Out of the view of my father.
Krissa sidles up next to me, leaning against the wall that’s at my back, and situates herself to make sure I can see the deep V of her cleavage.
It’s so obvious now, how she used her assets to try to manipulate me. I think a lot of men find it sexy because they don’t see the manipulation part. They can’t identify that they’re being pressured into things because they’re blinded by the big titties in their face.
Or, they’re willing to go along with whatever because theywantthose big titties in their face. The lips wrapped around their dick. A warm piece of property to slide into whenever they snap their fingers.
I was definitely the former.
I’m assuming my father is the latter.
Though I’m also assuming he wouldn’t be so happy finding out hispropertyis sticking those tits in someone else’s face. Especially mine.
