The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: UNEXPECTED SURPRISE

Abigail

Note to self, getting your brains fucked out on a Sunday night has consequences you’ll regret on a Monday morning.

My head was threatening to split open as I stepped out of my car.

Ugh, too bright.

It was barely eight, the sun had no business being this bright. I adjusted my sunglasses, gripping my Stanley cup like my life depended on it.

Three orgasms at the sanctuary last night and barely four hours of sleep, a lazy smile curled my lips.

It was worth it.

My hair was pulled behind in a ponytail, I needed it out of my face completely with the headache trying to pound my brains to mush. It was back to its natural black, every trace of the chestnut dye was rinsed out in this morning’s shower until the water ran completely clear.

I couldn’t have Finnegan sniffing me out now, could I? If Aphrodite showed up with a different color of hair that I did at work, that should get him off my trail.

Gosh, was it terrible that I was getting rather good at this?

My phone rang, cutting my thoughts and a smile tugged at my lips.

"Hi Meemaw-"

"Abigail Isabella Kellerman."

Oh shit. My full name?

Meemaw only called me by my full name when I messed up. My heels drove to a halt on the pavement.

"What did I do?"

"What did you do?" she repeated, "I’ll tell you what you did. You let your grandmother find out from your fiance that her granddaughter’s engagement has been called off. That’s what you did. Now my granddaughter would have told me if her engagement had been called off. Wouldn’t she?"

My stomach dropped straight through the pavement. Drake had called Meemaw. Fuck, Of course he had.

That festering fly-brained fool. The worst mistake of my life! That degenerate housefly perching everywhere!

What exactly had he thought calling her would do? Get her to talk me into getting back with him?

I pressed two fingers against my left temple and sighed. I had been thinking of how to break the news to my grandparents for weeks but I never moved past the stage where I was disappointed that I’d make them sad.

"Meemaw, I... uhm, I can explain,"

"What happened, baby?" Her voice was softer now.

Around me, employees trooped in and out of Wolfe Corp, the entrance doors sliding open every minute. Standing on the pavement outside, I told Meemaw everything that had happened.

"No he did not!" She gasped on the other end.

"That slick haired little weasel! He kept talking like he did nothing wrong."

"Yeah, Drake’s major talent is gaslighting," I hissed with contempt.

"Oh I’m telling Gerald when he wakes! That stupid boy had the nerve to cheat on you and call me? I’ll fly over right now and beat him up!"

"Meemaw," I drawled, snorting. God I loved her so much. "He’s not worth the back pain."

"Oh my beautiful girl." She sighed. "You could have told me. You should have told me the moment it happened."

"I didn’t want you to worry,"

"I’m your grandmother," Meemaw snapped.

"Worrying about you is my God given right and my greatest pleasure. You’ve been carrying this alone since when? Is that why ... oh Abby, that’s why you came to Cali in February."

Trust my grandmother to piece everything together like a crossword puzzle.

"I’m sorry, Meemaw, I should have told you,"

"Listen to me." She sighed. "You are a Kellerman. And the Kellermans do not beg anyone to see their worth."

"You hear me? Not Drake, not anyone. That boy did you the biggest favor of his miserable little life walking out on you. My baby girl is smart and beautiful and you are going places that boy couldn’t even dream about, and one day, one day soon, you are going to find someone who deserves every single inch of you." She added to my delight.

"Aww," I sniffed, blinking back the tears. "Now you’re going to make me cry. Thanks, Meemaw."

Hot, sexy Finnegan.

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