Homecoming by King Kohen

Author:King, Kohen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

My mouth waters when I see the dining table filled with beautifully presented food. A pot of shrimp pasta topped with parsley and lemon, a baking pan of roasted chicken drumsticks with golden skin, a bowl of garden salad sprinkled with cheese, and a plate of crusty olive bread. How could anyone whip up a dinner like this so quickly? I don’t hesitate to sit down next to Mia, facing Sarah and Elena, and take a sip from my wine glass.

“Mom, can I have wine instead of lemonade?” Mia asks.

“No, you’re underage,” Sarah says.

“I’ll be eighteen in just two days.”

Sarah rolls her eyes. “Legal drinking age is twenty-one, honey. You know that.”

“It’s not like we’re in a restaurant.”

Elena chuckles. “Just let her have a sip. It’s a ridiculous law, anyway. Teens can have sex before they can drink.”

“Who’s her mom, Elena? You or me?” Sarah’s voice is quiet but firm.

Elena sticks out her tongue. “You are, ma’am. Sorry.”

I’m surprised by Sarah being such a stickler as well. She wasn’t like that before. I recall the few occasions we drank my dad’s beer in my room.

The tension among them lasts for just a second because Elena raises her glass and proposes a toast. “To the good old days which we are having right now.”

“Cheers!” I say and empty my glass.

Despite my effort to stop myself, my eyes keep traveling between my ex-girlfriend and my stepsister across the table. Goddamn. These two gorgeous women are stunning when they’re together. I’m positive both of them have spent time to touch up their makeup and hair before dinner because they look camera-ready. Elena’s hazel brown eyes are just as bright as Sarah’s blue ones. Wait. They’ve also changed their dresses. Sarah isn’t wearing the one stained with syrup, but a cotton dress with a scoop neck that draws my attention to her swan-like neck, making me imagine planting hickeys on her flawless, snow skin, like I’ve done before. And Elena’s dress—-fuck me, has a low V neckline that begs a viewer’s attention. My mouth becomes dry when I glimpse the deep, golden cleavage, and I squirm in my seat. Damn. Am I imagining or are they glancing at each other with a smirk as if laughing at their effect on me? Stop thinking like a diluted man. I chide myself. The ladies did not dress up to seduce you. Besides, both of them are off-limits.

I quickly twirl some pasta with my fork and shovel it into my mouth, and then I groan with appreciation and surprise. It’s easily the best pasta I’ve had, even better than the ones my mom used to make.

“That’s the best Shrimp Scampi Linguine I’ve ever had,” Elena says after swallowing her first bite, echoing my thoughts.

I nod in agreement while still relishing the food in my mouth. I don’t remember Sarah being a cook, even though her parents had a restaurant business. But then again, we did not spend that much time cooking for each other when we dated back in high school.

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