The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: A WILD IDEA

Abigail

A shrill sound filled the air jolting me from my sleep. I slapped my phone, half-asleep and held it up. The screen lit up with a notification.

REMINDER: Drake’s birthday - Today

My fingers tightened around the device, knuckles turning white. The plastic case creaked under the pressure. The wall across from my bed looked incredibly appealing right now, specifically as a target for hurling this piece of shit device and watching it explode into a thousand satisfying pieces.

That fool.

The jeweler’s receipt was still in my email. I had spent three thousand dollars on a custom Rolex for that pig shit. It was supposed to have an engraving on the back that read ’All my love, forever yours’.

Forever my ass.

I kicked off the covers and stumbled toward the bathroom. A dull bass sound thumped through the apartment walls. Annette’s workout playlist, some upbeat pop monstrosity with lyrics about living your best life or some such bullshit.

The bathroom mirror showed my hair pointed in like seventeen different directions. Dark shadows bloomed under my eyes.

I grabbed my toothbrush and squeezed the tube of toothpaste a little too hard. The minty glob shot out, half hitting the bristles of my brush, the other half splattering across the counter.

"Fuck." I glared at the stain, ignored it and dragged the brush over my teeth.

...Four years and she still can’t even give a decent blowjob...

The toothbrush slipped from my grip, bounced off the counter with a clack and skittered across the tile floor.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

I bent to grab it. My skull connected with the towel rack with a resounding thunk that sent stars exploding across my vision.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Abby?" Annette’s voice cut through the pain. The music had stopped. "Are you okay in there?"

I straightened, one hand pressed against the throbbing spot on my head. "Just peachy."

She appeared in the doorway, barely covered in yoga pants and a sports bra.

"Baby girl." She murmured, raising her brows. "You’ve been in a bad mood since you got that package yesterday, Abby."

Chills ran down my spine. My throat tightened and closed up like someone had wrapped both hands around it and squeezed.

Don’t think about it. Don’t...

"I respect your privacy, you know that," Annette continued, taking one step into the bathroom. "But I really need to know why you are so upset."

Everything. Everything I thought I knew was gone. Heat prickled behind my eyes. My vision blurred as the words I had read on the papers flew around my head.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Annette’s sneakers squeaked on the tile as she rushed forward.

Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me against her chest. "You never cry! What’s going on? Is it from that rotten pig? He’s nothing you hear, me? Don’t even think about him, he’s not worth an ounce of your thoughts!"

A dry laugh bubbled up my throat and I pressed my face into her shoulder, fighting the tears back. "It’s not even that, Annie I-" I trailed off, stalking out of the bathroom to grab the box from the closet and handed it over to her.

She scanned some of the papers in the document, eyes widening in disbelief. "No fucking way-"

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly," I said dryly, dragging a hand down my face.

"Murder? They think your parents were murdered, Abby! Who the hell sent you this?It better not be Drake’s idea of a prank or I’ll hang him by the balls," She spat and my chin wobbled slightly.

Drake’s birthday, finding out this, too much was happening all at once and it frustrated the shit out of me. I dug the heel of my palm into my eyes to keep the tears from falling.

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