Victor kissed his mother’s cheek at 10:58 and didn’t kiss me.
“Back by seven,” he said to the room. His hand hovered near my shoulder for the doorway photo his mother insisted on, then dropped. He adjusted his cufflinks, checked his reflection in the hall mirror, and left without looking at the way the soft cotton dress clung to my hips. The car pulled away. His mother’s voice faded down the drive as she talked about donors. The house went quiet.
I stood in the foyer with their c*m from last night still dried on my inner thighs. I hadn’t showered. Robert had told me not to. Cole appeared at the top of the stairs, barefoot, and jerked his chin toward the master bedroom. I climbed. Ethan was already there, leaning against the dresser. Robert sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but open j
