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“Maybe. She is heading this way now so I am sure we will soon find out,” Mom grumbles as a tall dark-haired woman approaches us.

“Way to look like a man in love Knox. You shouldn’t have just left Scarlett like that. It didn’t look good,” she scolds him like he is a child and not a grown man.

Knox shrugs. “It’s done now Clarissa.”

Clarissa glares at him. “Yes, well. It never should have happened in the first place.” Her eyes move to me then to my mom. “And this must be your lovely daughter, Scarlett.”

Mom beams. “Yes. This is Madison. Named after Madison Avenue where she was conceived.” She chuckles as I cringe at the reminder of how I came about. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it, but it is one I would like to forget. “She may be needing to use your services soon. She had an audition last week. I am very hopeful she will get the part. And there is also our reality show. The producers seem happy with the test shots they did,” Mom says with pride. My shoulders sag just remembering the anxiety I felt auditioning.

Clarissa grins. “Ah yes. I have high hopes for your show. I can see big things for you Madison. In modeling or acting. I would love to have you as a client whenever you are ready.”

“Thank you,” I say politely though I feel like screaming.

“Come on. Let’s go and find our table,” Knox grits out beside me, making my eyes snap to him. I know it’s because of the conversation. He doesn’t agree with my mom pushing me into the entertainment business and wants me to stand up to her.

Sighing, I follow them to our table which is situated at the front left-hand side of the stage, almost hidden which is perfect for me. Finding my place card, I take my seat to find Knox seated to my left, Mom on his other side and Clarissa next to her. The rest of the seats are filled with people from Mom’s management team.

The stage lights up, a woman appearing with a microphone. She does a big introduction then goes into the schedule for the rest of the evening. When she disappears, dinner is served. I go through the motions. Smiling and answering any questions I am asked but I am distracted, lost in my head. By the time the dessert arrives, I am ready to go home. I feel Knox’s eyes on me but don’t look at him. Mom stands and makes her way onto the stage. It’s only then do I release a tense breath. I didn’t realize how hard this would be.

A big hand clamps down on my thigh, startling me. Straightening my spine, my gaze darts to a smirking Knox, then darts around the table to see if anyone is watching us. Thankfully they are all focused on my mother and not her fiancé touching me. His hand travels up my thigh. I squeeze my legs shut, hoping to stop his ascent. It doesn’t deter him. Wriggling his hand, he manages to push past the seam of my panties, his thumb landing on my clit. I gasp at the sensation, panic surging through me. Reaching down, I try to pull his hand away, but it’s no use. If anything, it only spurs him on. I glare at him, mouthing, “Stop.”

Knox shakes his head, muttering, “No.”

Running a finger down to my slit, he pushes it inside. My back arches as I grip the edge of the table. Biting my lip, I focus on where my mom is speaking on stage. It’s sick really. Watching my mother as Knox finger fucks me. But what can I do? I can’t exactly make a scene in front of all these people. And if I am honest, I… like it. The excitement.

My legs spread open as he pushes another finger inside, stretching me wide. I grip the table, moaning as I grind against his hand. Curving his fingers inside me, he circles my clit, hitting all the spots he knows will have me seeing stars. My orgasm builds. Taking me higher and higher. I feel it from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. My stomach tightens, chest heaves as my eyes squeeze shut.

Just as my climax hits, applause breaks out around the room, hiding my moans of pleasure. I don’t know how Knox managed it, but he timed it perfectly. Pulling his fingers from me, I flinch at how empty I feel. My eyes snap open as the room quietens down, my gaze shifting to Knox when I hear him groan. “Hmmm, much better than the chocolate torte,” he murmurs as he licks his fingers clean.

My cheeks heat and I nearly die on the spot when Mom appears. Dropping down beside Knox, a big smile on her face, she clings to his arm. “Wasn’t I brilliant?”

“Sure,” he clips out.

She beams at him. Ignoring his curt tone, she presses a kiss to his lips. I freeze. Knox freezes. Time stands still as I watch my mother kiss the man that just had his fingers inside me. The man I am falling hard for. As if remembering who is kissing him, he pulls away with a tight smile. “Scarlett,” he warns but she waves him off.

“Are you proud of Mommy, baby?” She looks past him at me. I nod, unable to talk through the lump in my throat. Grinning, she turns away when someone calls her name. With Mom distracted, I push out of my chair before rushing away.

I can’t pretend anymore.