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I sniffle while nodding my head.

“Yeah, maybe I will because I feel so awful at the moment that it’s only up from here, right? Thanks Rae. I really appreciate it.” But then I sniffle again and wipe my nose. “What was that thing you said about you messing up really bad? Have you told me about that?”

Rae looks away quickly, a secretive look on her pretty features.

“Oh, that’s for later,” she says quickly. “For now, let’s just get you cleaned up so that you can talk to Brant without looking like a witch. Come on, I have some make-up in the bathroom, and you can wear some of my clothes too. We’ll have you pretty and presentable in no time!”

With that, my friend drags me over to the bathroom in the hallway, just as her stepdad happens to be exiting his bedroom. I nod a hello.

“Hey Mr. Ward,” I sniffle, not caring that my eyes are puffy and my cheeks stained with tears. “You have the best stepdaughter in the world, have I mentioned? You’re so lucky to have Rae.” Hunter Ward has always been pure beefcake with his dark hair and all-seeing blue eyes, but at the moment, I’m too upset to notice. Meanwhile, Hunter’s azure gaze merely flashes as he takes in Rae’s ample figure and curly brown locks.

“Yes, I am lucky, aren’t I?”

Then, my friend tugs me into the bathroom and to my surprise, Rae’s blushing for some reason. But before I can comment on it, she’s already handing me a cool washcloth before rifling through her make-up bag to select the perfect shade of rose lipstick. I pause for a moment. There’s something mysterious going on between Rae and Hunter, but at the moment, I’m so consumed with my own problems that I let it slip away without another thought.

Okay, this is it. I pause for a moment on the porch of Brant’s house. I’ve been here several times in the past week because we’ve been making love constantly, and it was either here or in my hotel room. As a result, I shouldn’t be nervous because the surroundings are familiar, and yet I can’t help the sheen of sweat on my upper lip, nor the uncomfortable moisture in my armpits. Oh shit, oh shit. I’m going to ruin Rae’s blue sundress, but it is what it is.

Taking a deep breath, I ring the bell and within seconds, the door swings open. The smile pasted on my face is genuine and hopeful, but Brant’s stern mien stops me in my tracks.

“Yeah?” he growls.

“Hi,” I manage to choke out in a whisper. “Um, I was wondering if I could come in to talk?”

He shoots me a measured look, his expression forbidding.

“About what?”

I flounder helplessly.

“Well, about what happened earlier. I mean, I know it was terrible and …”

He stands there expectantly, huge and dark with his brawny arms crossed over his chest.

“And?”

Oh damn, he’s going to make me say it. I squirm while looking down at my feet, but I have to do this. I take a deep breath and force myself to look into those piercing blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, okay, Brant? I misjudged you. I thought you were helping my mom cheat on my dad, but I was wrong. You didn’t know Monica was married, and had no idea that Rudy even existed.”

With those words, the huge man stands aside to let me into his home and I enter immediately. Okay, first hurdle down. But as I step into his living room, I brace myself because there are quite a few more to go.

“Take a seat,” the handsome man says in a smooth voice. “Can I get you a drink?”

I shake my head, grateful for this small courtesy. Maybe things will be okay after all.

“No thank you,” I murmur tentatively. “I’m good, thanks.”

Brant nods curtly before striding off to get his own drink. Then he reappears with a cold beer in hand and leans against the wall, staring at me. He’s so handsome in a casual blue t-shirt and loose jeans that my heart skips a beat. I’d love for him to take off his clothes and let me run my tongue all over his body to show him just how sorry I am, but I know we’re a long ways from that right now.

“So why else are you here?” he intones in a calm voice.

I know what he’s talking about and bow my head, ashamed.

“I’m sorry I had this crazy plan to break-up you and my mom,” I say in a low tone. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I hatched it. I was just so incensed about what Monica was doing to Rudy that I didn’t think about the repercussions.”

Brant snorts then.

“Repercussions? Sweetheart, I fucked a mother and a daughter within a twenty-four-hour period. I’m trying to figure out if there are any repercussions from doing that. While it might be a part of another man’s fantasies, trust me, it’s not mine.”

I bow my head again, too ashamed to look into his eyes.

“I know,” I acknowledge in a low voice. “Again, I don’t know what I was thinking because obviously, Monica and I look very similar, so it probably wasn’t rocket science to figure out that we were related. I didn’t know about the speech patterns, but I suppose that’s possible too. The anal prolapse though …”

Brant quirks a dark eyebrow at me.

“What about it?”

I shake my head in confusion.

“Well, we definitely didn’t coordinate that. I had no idea that my mom was even capable of doing an anal prolapse.”

Brant snorts derisively.

“Who knows if she can? I haven’t seen it,” he clarifies. “It’s not something that I ever did with her, but Monica texted me earlier this week trying to get back together and tempted me by offering me an anal prolapse scene. I wasn’t interested because I can’t imagine fucking another woman’s prolapse, or fucking another woman at all, period. But yeah, that’s weird, isn’t it? I wouldn’t say that prolapsing is the most common party trick around.”

That makes me gulp because I have one more secret that I need to reveal to Brant, and he senses the tension in the air immediately.

“What is it?” he demands.

I swallow thickly before meeting his eyes.

“Well, I think I told you that when I was in Chicago, I was trying to break into the entertainment sector, specifically modeling, acting, and that kind of thing. But the truth is that I wasn’t just doing acting and modeling. I was working as a bartender too.”

Brant nods, his blue eyes shuttered. He’s obviously expecting the worst and my heart falls because this isn’t going to be easy.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“And?”

“Well, I was bartending at a private club,” I begin in a tentative voice. “I was working at a sex club, actually, called Club Z. It’s just something I did to pay the bills because I wasn’t exactly raking in the dough as an actress, so I needed to take a second job. That’s where I learned about things like anal prolapses.”

Brant stares at me, those blue eyes fierce.

“Did you prolapse for the men at the club?”

“Oh no!” I exclaim immediately. “I was a bartender, so I served drinks and food. I swear, I didn’t let any of the clients touch me. But the thing about Club Z is that they’re very open, so the hostesses and the male customers often … well, let’s just say that there are very few rules. I saw girls prolapse for their lovers at the bar, and basically taught myself how to do it using a pump and a dildo at home.”

Brant’s silent for a moment, merely reflecting on this new information.

“I see,” he says in a deep baritone. “So you used to work at a sex club.”

I nod quickly.

“Yes, but I swear, it was only as a bartender. No man has ever seen my prolapse except you. No man has ever touched it, and I’ve never let another man kiss it either. It’s only been you, Brant.”

The older man stares at me.

“I don’t know why you’re telling me this, Peyton.”

I shrug helplessly.

“Well, I was just hoping that we could come clean with each other and maybe … start again? Is that okay? What do you think?” I hate the pleading note that’s crept into my voice, but I have no choice at this point. Brant Harrison holds all the cards, and what happens now is up to him.

I take a deep breath, trembling on his couch with half-anticipation, half-dread at his decision. The air vibrates, but I don’t let myself think because anything could take place at this point. Brant could thank me politely and then escort me to the door. He could say he needs more time to think about things. Or, he could shrug and say it’s no big deal. We were just a hook-up anyways, and so it doesn’t matter.

My heart cracks a little at that realization because it’s not what I want. I want Brant to stroke and caress me, to cuddle me close and tell me that everything’s going to be okay. I want him to say that he cares about my welfare and forgives me for embarking on such a crazy scheme. But judging from the stern expression on his handsome features, I don’t think that that’s going to happen.

“Brant?” I manage in a small voice. “So where do you come down on all this?”

The huge man is motionless for a moment, but then he lets out a big exhale as his broad shoulders slump a bit.

“To be honest, I don’t know what to think,” he says in a low voice. “I mean, this is the craziest shit that’s ever happened in my life. I break-up with a MILF, only to hook up with her adult daughter, who’s scheming to reunite her mom and dad. What is this, the Parent Trap, but with only one daughter and not two? I swear, you’ve outdone Lindsay Lohan, and there were two of her in that movie because she played twins.”