𝑺 𝑬 𝑹 𝑬 𝑵 𝑰 𝑻 𝒀 (18+)

four.

SERENITY

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This was the walk of shame I was used to. I'd wake up in the morning in the bed of a gorgeous man who was too buzzed to perform correctly and shame myself for another night of snooze-worthy sex. Nicholas was handsome, it was a shame his dick wasn't as flawless as his face. I quietly crept out of his bed and grabbed my things, softly closing the door in an effort not to wake him up.

My watch still had some battery left so I quickly called an Uber and waited outside for it to arrive. There was no time to stop by my house before I had to go to my Sunday family ritual, so I'd just have to face my mother's wrath. My parents lived in Denny-Blaine, one of if not the most prestigious neighborhoods in Seattle. They loved it there and I full-heartedly believed it was the place they would grow old together. I would joke about putting them in a home if they stepped out of line but my brother was usually the only other one who found it amusing.

The driver whistled as he parked in front of my family's estate, admiring the view. Opening the door, I chuckled and told him, "wish me luck" Before skipping up the driveway and into my childhood home.

Susan looked me over and shook her head whilst giving me a hug, "your mother is going to have a heart attack when she sees you." I looked at my reflection in the mirror placed on the wall of the foyer and laughed, "well then bring me to her." She smacked my hand and shooed me away.

Susan was a maid that worked for my family for as long as I could remember, although calling her a maid felt wrong and entitled. She was practically family and we all loved her equally. Contrary to what most people might've believed, Susan did not raise me. My mother did and I loved her dearly, we just bumped heads from time to time but what mother and daughter didn't?

As I said before my parents were busy people, they couldn't always be around and my brother and I understood that. However, they refused to be so absent they knew nothing about their children and I would forever be grateful for it.

"Whose bed did you crawl out of today?" Isaiah teased.

I glared at my brother and took my seat next to him, burning as he laughed at my dispense. "I mean seriously Serenity you look a mess! What? Was his bathroom out of service?" My mother took a sip of her mimosa and sighed, turning her head away from me.

"Dad? Are you not going to say anything?" He held back a chuckle and cleared his throat, trying to scold me like a normal father would in this situation. "Go get washed up, we've been waiting for you long enough."

I rolled my eyes and pushed my brother before retreating up the stairs, smiling when I heard him childishly tell on me for hitting him. He was ten years older than me but he still managed to be the immature one.

I carefully pushed the door to my room back and closed it behind me once I was inside. I saw this room every Sunday yet still it managed to fill me with emotion each time. I lived for nostalgia and remembering my childhood was the best kind, I was a happy kid and I had pleasant memories to look back on. I searched my closet and pulled out an appropriate outfit, spreading it on the perfectly made bed. Stripping myself of my dirty clothes, I tossed them into the bin and walked up to a mirror.

Vanessa always told me I was blessed in all of the right places. My stomach was flat, I had a fat ass and thick thighs to match. I lacked a little in the boob department but I didn't mind, they were perky and I liked the way they sat in crop tops without bras. I found my slippers and my robe and hurried to the bathroom, my family was surely gossiping about how long I was making them wait to eat.