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My emotions got the better of me as I stared into Emma's eyes. I could see nothing but excitement and those balls that were well molded in her skull. I was ready and couldn't wait to see what she looked like beneath that dress she had on her.

When a knock rang on the door, a wave of anger washed through me and I didn't realize it when I yelled. I was pissed and couldn't understand why anyone would decide to come in just at that moment when I was about to have some fun with my mate.

I thought to ignore the knock but then it intensified until I could barely hear a thing. There was no way I would have a good time with the constant banging on the door. I took a deep breath, trying to contain the anger in me but to no avail.

"I'll answer the door," I muttered while staring at Emma, who did nothing but fiddle with her hands while staring at me. I walked to the door, murmuring as I went, and then turned the doorknob. Before me stood my mother with her hands akimbo. She had a thick frown lace