“What’s going on, Jett? It’s been days. You never go days without fucking.” Her eyes latch onto mine.

I smile. Does she honestly think she can find anything? Like I would ever let that happen. She is a devious bitch, though, so I do need to fuck her just to get her off my ass.

“I’ve been jacking myself off so much my hands have calluses.”

“So let me take care of you, baby.”

I fight back my distaste at her calling me baby, and I’m done with her fucking stale floral scent.

She drops to her knees, scooting between my legs. “Does Mr. Happy want to come out and play?” She reaches to pull down my sweatpants, but I stop her.

“I’m gonna change your perfume.” Grabbing her hands, I continue, “And your daughter could walk in any second.”

Dead silence.

Literally, all I hear is the neighbor’s gardeners mowing their lawn. That’s how much I’ve killed the vibe.

“What? Since when?” she finally speaks. Her eyes narrow, causing her face to look borderline ugly as she stands.

“Since I found a new perfume for you.” Great, now I have to go perfume shopping. Nah, I’ll get Rebecca to sell me hers. It doesn’t repulse me.

“Oh-kay.” She holds up a hand. “Let me get this straight. You got me perfume, and you’re worried about my daughter seeing us?” She cocks her head.

“Exactly.” I stare straight back at her, daring her to question me. Her eyes narrow, but she must feel I’m done because she rubs her forehead.

“Look, I’m just tired,” she snaps. “I had to hold Courtney’s hand the whole three days I was in New York. She’s a fucking prima donna. It’s exhausting building people up, and then leaving you with Raven… worrying you wouldn’t get along…” Her voice trails off as she leans back in the chair watching me.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek not to smile. What am I gonna say? Oh, we got along. She’s the best fuck I’ve ever had. And I get off on corrupting her, controlling her, oh, and my cock seems to only want her…

Yeah, somehow, I don’t think that would go over well.

“Morning.” The object of our conversation appears at the doorway. And my cock instantly hardens.

“Hello, Mother, did you have a nice trip? Happy to be home?” She smiles, wearing a tiny black bikini, hair pulled into a messy bun, and her lips glossed up.

I try not to stare as she goes to the cabinet for a mug. Looking at my phone, I hear her pour herself a cup of coffee.

“Home?” Rachel spits out. “This is not your home.” She snorts.

Slowly I look up and catch her rolling her eyes. I almost strangle her.

“What’s wrong with you?” I grumble.