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CHAPTER5
Nixon
18 YEARS OLD
Holly’s headbobs up and down on my dick. I was going to save all my firsts for Monroe, but fuck her. She left me like I was a bad apple at the supermarket. Shit, I need to work on my metaphors—or was it similes? That right there is why I do a shit job in English.
See, Holly is a snake. She never liked Monroe and was always trying to get to me through her friendship with Monroe. I was weak when I found out Monroe left without telling me, and I haven’t heard from her since. She hurt me and this was me hurting her right back. Because I’m a petty bitch. And to be honest, I really like Holly. We work well together. She helps me get over my little obsession with my best friend.
“Deeper.” I thrust my dick until it hits the back of her throat. Like a good girl, she opens up for me.
Because I am Nixon Masterson.
Golden boy.
Star quarterback.
A real fucking catch, if you catch my drift. Finally, I come, a deep groan leaving the back of my throat as my head falls back. I tuck myself back in my jeans and just as Holly is wiping her mouth, my bedroom door bursts open. Monroe stands wide-eyed, looking between her two best, oh wait, ex-best friends. “Ma fille, what a surprise. Maybe knock next time, though?” I’m being an ass. She swallows, backing away, hurt flashing in her eyes. Guilt builds in my gut. “Ma fille…” I say slowly.
Her back hits the hallway wall. And that’s when my mom decides to also enter the equation. “Monroe! Oh my gosh, honey! I’m so happy to see you!” She pulls her in for a hug as Monroe’s eyes stay on mine, assessing me with disgust. “How was Africa? I can’t believe how many people you and Jasmine helped. It’s such a beautiful thing you guys did.”
“Thank you, Emerson,” Monroe whispers.
My mom turns around and her mouth falls open, sparkling eyes dimming. “Nixon Jacobs Masterson.” Full name. I’m in trouble. Fuck my life.
“Momma,” I say innocently.
“Don’t you momma me, boy. I expect you downstairs in five fucking minutes. Alone.” She looks over to Holly, hiding a snarl.
“Yes, ma'am.” She shuts my door—rather aggressively, if you ask me. No one did, but still.
“So, I’m going to go.” Holly gathers her purse, planting a quick kiss to my lips. How the hell did I go from getting my dick sucked to being scolded like a child?
After three minutes, I make my way down to the living room. There is no sign of Monroe but there is a fuming mother and an amused father. “Mom.” I nod at her and her frown deepens. “Dad.” I nod in his direction next. He puts his hand over his mouth to hide a laugh. “What’s shaking?”
That is my mom’s final straw. “Nixon,” she growls as I sit down, and my dad swats me on the back of the head.
“Come on, Mom, I’m eighteen. Your little boy is growing up and doing a—”
''Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” she snaps at me.
“Dad.” I look up to him pleadingly.
“No way, son. You’re on your own.” Traitor. What happened to the bro code?
“You guys let Monroe up there all the time,” I argue my point.
“Well, that won’t be a problem anymore. She was upset when she left here, and I doubt she’ll be coming back,” my mom says, aggressively chopping a cucumber on her cutting board.
I shrug, choosing to ignore the threat of that mental image. “I don’t care.”
My mom huffs, throwing her hands up, signaling she was done with my shit.
“Nixon, let me tell you a story…” my dad says, and I zone out. I didn’t need a freaking story.
Now the two most important people in my life are upset with me. I don’t care. You do, though.
Fuck my inner voice too. He could go ride a dick.
