Nineteen

Damien

Sitting on the edge of my bed, my fingers drummed anxiously. I wondered if I could have an arrangement like Clinton's.

Adora could be my mistress and then I would marry Shirley. I programmed everything in my head, but I felt doubtful and incredulous.

Adora didn't look like someone willing to settle as a mistress. She deserved more than that.

I heard the hoot of a horn and thought my mom was back, but it was Shirley. I halved the distance to her, and she walked in with an adorable pout.

"You look beautiful.”

An apricot-colored blush crept from her neck to her brow, and hands locked against my spine."Thanks, baby. I called you earlier, but you didn't take or return my calls."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was with my mom."

"The board meeting," she gave me a knowing wink, and I groaned.

Her hands locked against my spine. I felt uncomfortable but didn't pull away.

"I promise to spend more time with you," I said, whispering into her hair, and her soft curves molded into the contours of my bo