AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I just borrowed it,” Aunt Emma justifies herself, straightening up in her chair. “I was going to put it back in the box right after.”
“I’ll save you the trouble because I’m taking it with me,” I say, reaching for her hand.
I won’t let her have it. My mother was very fond of this bracelet. My parents were not rich financially, but they were rich at heart. This bracelet represented my father’s love for my mother. When I placed it in a box, I didn’t feel like I could take it with me. The wound was too fresh. But today, seeing it on my aunt…no!
Seeing that I’m not giving in, she finally takes it off her wrist and drops it into my open hand. I keep quiet about many things and often keep my opinion to myself in order to avoid conflict with my aunt—especially lately, because I needed her permission for Agnes to come to my house for a few days—but I won’t let her do whatever she wants.
And I know she’s realized that she’s gone too far. She looks at me apologetically, but I beat her to it by turning to my little sister.
“So, in a hurry to see my little apartment?” I ask.
And the discussion starts again slowly.
***
A few hours later, while in the boarding area, I’m about to turn off my phone when I realize I have an unread message from this morning.
I blush at the picture of Tucker, or rather his torso, with sweat sensually running down his pecs.
[I sent you a picture of my body
so you can fantasize about me
while sleeping on the plane.]
I reply with a smiley face and a wink.
[Thank you, but with the hottie
who was sitting next to me,
I didn’t need to think about you.]
In reality, this is totally untrue. For the outbound flight, my neighbor was a paunchy guy in his 80s, but Tucker doesn’t need to know that. Yes, I’ve accepted that we’re officially dating, that we’re using each other’s bodies for our own pleasure, but I’m not going to let him get too confident either.
Within ten seconds, he calls me. A mocking smile stuck to my face, I pick up. Agnes is playing with her Nintendo Switch at my side, her red hair falling in front of her face.
“Is this a fucking joke?” Tucker asks without preamble.
“What?” I ask innocently.
“This…this fucking ‘hottie.’”
“Oh…that,” I tease him.
He mumbles an expletive through the phone, but his breathing is calm and deep. What was he doing? I imagine him lying in bed, naked…no, don’t think about it, damn! There are too many people around for me to think about a hot fuck scene.
“This is not fun at all,” he then spits out. “Last night you agreed to be mine.”
I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me. “Uh, excuse me? Earth to Tucker, asking him to get his ass off the moon and back into the real world. I’ve agreed, I’ll give you that, that we’re exclusive. That’s all.”
“That’s true,” Tucker mutters. “But you want me to tell you something? The truth is, you were mine from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
He hangs up after dropping that bomb.
What? What exactly just happened? Did he really just say that to me? I stare at my cell phone, arms flailing, mouth wide open like I’m going to swallow flies. He thinks I’ve been his since he first laid eyes on me?
My feminist side should come out, I should call him names via text, to tell him that I will never be his. I don’t want to belong to any man. I was Rafael’s and he was mine, but that’s it. Yes, I should send Tucker packing. So why is a damn smile spreading on my face? Because deep down, his words make me happy. He really cares about me…and I think…I think I’m really starting to care about him.
