Mama's Boy by Flynn Avery

Author:Flynn, Avery [Flynn, Avery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic comedy;rom com;romance;general humorous fiction;women's humorous fiction;contemporary romance fiction;contemporary fiction;women's fiction;women's contemporary fiction;contemporary american fiction;family fiction;family life fiction;cousins;humor;love;love stories;online dating;dating app;bet;sexy;single title romance;alpha male;alpha hero;Entangled Amara;Entangled Publishing;Amara Next;Avery Flynn;USA Today Bestselling Author;Mama's Boy;Last Man Standing
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-09-26T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

Fiona

Fiona’s necklace was gone, and she was trying not to cry over it.

She’d searched the bag she’d taken to Gable House. She’d looked everywhere in her apartment, which, considering it was the size of a large walk-in closet, didn’t take long. She’d even gone downstairs to the building’s laundry room to check all the washers and dryers only to come up empty.

Her teaching mentor had given her the heart for the hard days when she’d wonder why she had chosen such a job. She’d put it on her first day of teaching and had never taken it off. It had become her talisman of sorts, and now it wasn’t anywhere.

The last place she remembered having it was the tent two nights ago, and she was fighting her hardest not to remember that night at all. Sure, Dixon was the kind of guy willing to share outrageously coveted hot chocolate and not come until she’d had two orgasms, but the fact that she wanted to soften toward him was only proof that he was awful. Her judgment was flawed. Until she could figure out how to fix her internal jerk detector, all she could depend on was that if she wanted to say yes, she should definitely say no.

Falling belly-flop-style onto her bed, she let out a loud groan. It was almost midnight and she needed to be wide awake tomorrow so she could educate the minds of almost two dozen third-graders—but every time she closed her eyes, she just saw him.

Girl, you are so screwed.

Her phone buzzed on the pillow.

DIXON: You up?

Two days of radio silence and now this? Really? She rolled her eyes and tapped out a response.

FIONA: Forget about it.

DIXON: What?

Was he still playing at that whole mama’s boy act? Yeah, she didn’t believe it. Not after the other night. Her gut said it was true, so obviously he was just a wolf in the-kind-of-guy-you-take-home clothing.

FIONA: Really? Like you don’t mean “can I come over?”

Good sex didn’t mean she’d drop everything—okay, which was nothing right now—to bang him.

The three dots in the text bubble appeared and disappeared four times before a real message appeared.

DIXON: I was texting to find out what kind of cookies you eat.

She rolled over and sat up. Read the message again. Then, for good measure, read it again. From anyone else she’d met on a dating app, her assumption would be that he wanted to watch her eat another girl out. Why? Because signing up for a dating app seemed to give some guys permission to ask if she’d send a pic of her tits before they even knew anything else about her. The block button was a godsend.

Thumbs positioned to give him a what-for, another message popped up on her screen.

DIXON: I have to send you something.

She was making the awww face before she could stop herself.

No.

Not good.

Cheater Chad the Asshat had been all about gifts, too. Yep. Just remembering that jerk was enough to have her summoning her inner badass.

FIONA: I believe the proper post-tent-sex parting gift is diamonds.

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