Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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"Oh my goodness." I giggle to myself still lying in my twisted bedsheets with my hands over my mouth.
Maybe...I should go to Italy? I mean, what really is the harm in going? I want to go, so so so bad.
Ollie's already been gone for three hours and I'm missing him like crazy. Not only do I miss the new amazing feelings that he's introduced me to, but I'm missing him and that piece of me that's always been brought so much joy when he's around. I nearly forgot what it felt like the last five years without him.
I really need to do something with myself before I lay in bed and do nothing but think of Ollie like some obsessed girl. So I toss the blankets off and check my phone one more time to see if he's messaged me yet, then gather my clothes and enter the bathroom to take a much needed shower.
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"Good afternoon, Love. Did you lot have fun last night?" Jane asks me looking up from one of her romance novel as she sits at the breakfast nook with her cup of tea.
I whince, not wanting to look at her suddenly when the thought of her son's privates enter my dirty mind. "It was big- oh God- fun. I mean fun. It was really fun."
Oh MY God.
I twist around as shame fills my cheeks neck and chest and grab a coffee mug from the cabinet to try to seem like I'm doing something and not dying of embarrassment.
"A night of big fun, sounds brilliant." Jane responds but keeps her green eyes on her book.
"Big fun?" Ty saunters in, shirtless covered in sweat wearing track pants and running shoes. "That's funny, considering you and Ollie got in that little argument last night."
I turn and widen my eyes at him and give him the hand gesture to be quiet, but could also be construed as being beheaded.
"I hope Oliver wasn't a shit to you, Mur." Jane places a book mark in the book and closes it, worried.
"It's fine. We talked it out." I wave her off and turn back to the coffee pot and begin to fill it with water.
"Lots of talking, I'm sure." Ty chides with a chuckle.
I cringe and twist around grabbing an apple from the bowl on the center island and launch it at his head.
He catches it just as Jane looks up from marked book and sighs, "You two should talk, Darling. The two of you were so close once upon a time."
"I'm sure they've become close again, mum."
I swear if Tyson says one more thing I'm going to tell Jane about how he kicked a ball into her China collection destroying the family heirloom's when he was 14.
"Ty! What are you doing today?" I ask a little too loud and a little too obvious.
"My train leaves tonight for Scotland. But besides that, I don't have any big plans."
