The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: 109 | CEO Mode

The knock on my door came at five forty-five. Exactly fifteen minutes before Diane’s promised arrival time.

Sloane stood in the doorway, wearing the same oversized sleep shirt from earlier and looking significantly less murderous than she had at breakfast. Her pink hair was still damp from the shower, hanging loose around her shoulders instead of pulled back in her usual aggressive ponytail.

"Mom just texted me," she said without preamble. "She wants to talk. All three of us."

"I know. She told me six o’clock."

Sloane’s jaw tightened. "Did she tell you what this talk is going to be about?"

"Boundaries and expectations, apparently."

"That sounds ominous."

"It’s your mother. Everything she says sounds ominous."

A ghost of a smile crossed her face before disappearing. "Are you nervous?"

"Terrified."

"Good. At least I’m not the only one." She stepped into my room and closed the door behind her with more force than necessary. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway. "So what’s the plan here? Are we supposed to just sit down at the dinner table and casually discuss how we’re all going to share you like some kind of fucked up timeshare agreement?"

I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

"That’s not funny, Lukas."

"It’s kind of funny."

"It’s not." But her lips twitched despite herself, betraying the smile she was trying to suppress. "This is my actual mother we’re talking about. My mother who I just found out has been sleeping with you for two weeks while I was stupidly pining after you like some desperate—"

"You weren’t desperate."

"I was pathetic."

"You were honest." I stood and crossed to where she stood, still hovering near the door like she might bolt at any second. "There’s a difference."

She looked up at me, her blue eyes searching my face for something I probably didn’t have the right to give her. Reassurance, maybe. Or absolution.

"I don’t know how to do this," she admitted quietly. The vulnerability in her voice hit me square in the chest. "I don’t know how to sit across from my mother and talk about sharing my boyfriend with her. That’s not normal. That’s not how anything is supposed to work."

"Nothing about this has been normal since I manifested."

"That’s not exactly comforting."

I took her hand, threading our fingers together the same way she’d done earlier in her room. "We figure it out as we go. Same as everything else."

"And if I can’t handle it?"

"Then we stop. Right there. No questions asked."

She searched my face again, looking for the lie. I let her look.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Some of the tension drained from her shoulders. Not all of it. There was still a tightness around her eyes that suggested she was holding herself together through sheer force of will. But enough that she leaned into me slightly, accepting the contact.

"Mom’s going to be in CEO mode," she warned. "She always is when she’s about to negotiate something she thinks is non-negotiable."

"I’ve noticed."

"Just so you know, when she gets like that, she’s basically unstoppable. She could convince a drowning man to buy oceanfront property."

"Also noticed."

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