The dining room was filled with the clinking of silverware and the sound of my mother’s excited voice. She sat across from me, her face glowing. She had come home early, full of energy and stories from her trip. But all I could feel was the ghost of Vaughan’s touch on my skin.
"I am just so glad I made it back in time to celebrate," Mom said, reaching over to pat my hand. "Your Daddy told me the news the second I walked in. Angel, a transfer to your dream school! This is what you’ve wanted since you were a little girl."
Vaughan sat at the head of the table. He looked perfectly calm. He was eating his steak as if nothing had happened in the office or the bedroom—as if he didn't have his c**k buried in my p***y hours ago. "It took some work," he said, his voice steady. "But I managed to pu
