Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 16

I rolled onto my stomach and kicked my feet into the air. “He and his father are supposed to come over for dinner tomorrow night.”

The alliance between my father and Everett’s father, Mr. Williams, at CloseNet Engineering, spanned fifteen years since its inception. Our families shared weekly dinner gatherings, embarked on vacations together, and even celebrated holidays as one.

“Lately, Everett has been a tease,” I murmured, reminiscing on the multitude of lewd texts he had sent me. I couldn’t help but squeeze my knees together.

During high school, Everett and I would flirt back and forth, but nothing more. He was known as the bad boy, a player, the epitome of every girl’s fantasy. We never had the opportunity to act on our mutual attraction, partly due to my own resistance. Whenever he made advances, I relished the idea of turning him away.

The thought of him out on dates with all those attractive women, opening up one of my provocative messages or pictures, made me wet. Imagining him placing his phone on the table, his hand pressing against his growing arousal, trying to calm himself down, before eventually excusing himself to take care of the issue in the bathroom.

Damn, I had indulged in that fantasy one too many times. I was tempted to give in and let him have me.

Before Ada left for the day, she made me promise to text her as soon as Everett replied. But every time I checked my phone, there were no messages from him.

By four p.m., I couldn’t stop bouncing my knee, my teeth tugging at my lip, my heart racing. He always responded within minutes.

Maybe he was no longer interested in playing this game. Perhaps sending two pictures was too much. I didn’t know, but I needed to find out. What if there was something wrong?

My phone buzzed, and I jumped up, eagerly opening the message.

Everett Williams: Mila, I don’t believe this is appropriate.

My heart plummeted. How could he find it inappropriate? We had been exchanging messages like this for nearly two months, and all of a sudden, he had a change of heart. Where was his usual sassy comeback?

Me: What do you mean? You didn’t like the pictures?

He responded within seconds.

Everett Williams: Oh no, I love them. I’m aroused just by looking at them. If possible, I would invite you to my

bed.

I widened my eyes at his response, my heart racing with desire for a brief moment. Mr. Williams was almost as old as my father, but his attractiveness had always been undeniable. Ada and I had a huge crush on him during high school.

I took a deep breath and chose to keep my reply muted.

Me: Thank you.

He did not respond, and I was left wondering what he was thinking. I just prayed that he wouldn’t tell my dad about the photos.

And to be sure, I avoided my dad when he returned from work. I didn’t come out for dinner, bid him good night, or even respond to anyone’s messages, including Everett’s.

Early the next morning, he knocked on my door and entered my room. The sunlight flooded in through the window. “Mila, do you have anything you want to tell me?”

My eyes widened, and I sat up in bed. “Um, no. Why?” I asked, gripping the sheets in my sweaty palms.