Entrance by Sorel J. J

Author:Sorel, J. J. [Sorel, J. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Suspense, Modern, Mystery
Amazon: B076K5J11Z
Goodreads: 51492009
Published: 2017-10-18T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

AIDAN

She drew me into her soulful eyes. Seeing Clarissa like that—semi-naked, hair hanging provocatively over her full breasts, and not wearing a scrap of make-up, just a natural, cock-swelling beauty, left me gasping for air. Words stuck in my throat. The ache was unbearable. Clarissa’s persistent refusal to meet my gaze broke me.

I left, severely dejected with the urge to cry out like a lone, desperate wolf.

The next day was extremely busy. I was back in New York. Solarm was up and running. I’d arranged for a company in Germany to train locals the craft of solar-panel building. After that, they would install them in areas of need. Any leftover energy generated would be sold off, thus paying for itself.

My phone buzzed. It was my mother. She’d been ringing all week. As always, I tried to avoid her. My bitter and twisted mother was, as usual, drunk and high on weed.

Bankrolling her lifestyle, I’d bought her a comfortable home. But she was permanently unsatisfied, and always hounding me.

I picked up her call. “Hey there,” I said, trying to sound welcoming despite the heaviness in my head. The last thing I needed was to listen to her gripes.

“At last, you picked up. Don’t think that just because you pay me every month that somehow releases you from filial duties.” My mother slurred her words.

I looked at my watch, it was only one o’clock in the afternoon. “You sound hammered.”

“What do you expect? I have a heartless son who never comes to visit me. I’m so lonely…”

“Look, I’m busy. What’s up?”

“I’d like a visit from my one and only child.” She raised her voice.

Cringing, I wondered if I’d been dropped by a stork; my mother seemed so foreign to me. I’d tried tenderness over the years. That only made her worse. I also tried the best psychiatrists money could buy, but my mother refused to attend.

“I’m in New York all week. I’ll be back on the weekend. I’ll come by then,” I said. The thought of doing so froze my soul.

“Yeah, yeah, heard that before… listen, I need more cash.”

“What happened to the ten grand I deposited two days ago?” It wasn’t the money. It was her drinking, her drug habit. I had two of them to carry—Bryce, who was bleeding me through gambling, and my profligate mother.

“Yeah, well, so what? I want to go to Vegas,” she said petulantly.

“Okay…” I sighed deeply. “I’ll deposit more cash today.”

“Hey, by the way, I heard from Sharon. You know that bitch pedophile’s neighbor.”

I gripped the phone. “Stop calling her that. Her name was Jacqueline. And I was a consenting seventeen-year-old.” My knuckles were white from rage. That was all it took—a few minutes of conversing with my mother—for the beast to be unleashed.

“Whatever… anyway, do you remember her?”

How could I ever forget her? It was Sharon’s big mouth that exposed the relationship I was having with my schoolteacher.

Jacqueline, my busty teacher, had been one very desirable woman. Even though she looked younger, she was twenty-seven when I was in her class.

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