Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“What did the note say?” She leaned forward, listening intently.
She was now on her knees, waiting for me to finish the story.
“I said, ‘It’s wrong to steal, and I don’t appreciate your using my stuff without asking first. I hope you enjoyed brushing your teeth with my jizz in your toothpaste over the last month’,” I admitted.
She gagged, slapping her hand over her mouth before she rolled over onto her side and started laughing uproariously.
I watched her roll around the floor on her back, tears coming down her cheeks as she laughed too hard to control her bodily functions.
“That’s…” she wheezed. “Epic.”
“What about you?” I asked her.
“Truth?” She said, raising her brow in question.
I nodded, practically vibrating with the desire to hear her answer.
“It’s not really funny like yours. Mine’s my worst shame. I have nightmares about it,” she sighed softly.
I looked down at her, purposefully letting her see my disappointment, and then nearly laughed when she sighed so exaggeratingly.
But what I expected to be funny, was anything but.
I could’ve guessed just about anything would’ve come out of her mouth than what did.
“I’m not my father’s kid,” she whispered darkly.
My mouth dropped open.
“And that’s a shame to you…how?” I wondered.
She bit her lip.
“If I tell you this…you have to promise not to tell anyone, ever,” she ordered fiercely. “You cannot ever tell. If you tell, I’ll probably be disowned by my mother, and I love her so much that I’d probably kill myself.”
I blinked.
“If it’s that big of a deal…” I started. “Then I don’t want to know.”
She waved me off.
“Downy’s father died before I was born…” she started.
I nodded.
I’d heard that in our previous talks.
“Okay,” I circled my finger for her to continue.
She bit her lip.
Then she opened her mouth and said words that I would’ve never expected to come out of her mouth.
“I’m not Downy’s half-sister. I’m his full sister,” she blurted.
I blinked.
“Ummm,” I asked in confusion. “How?”
She got up and ran to her bedroom, then came back a couple minutes later with some documentation in her hands.
“Out of spite, one day when I was eighteen or nineteen,” she started. “I got really mad at Downy, and I was going to prove to him once and for all that we weren’t related.”
I nodded.
“Don’t ask why, I was a kid,” she ordered.
I held up two fingers in a scout’s honor.
She gave me a dirty look that clearly told me she’d fuck me up if I ever thought about telling.
“So I steal some of his hair, and then sent some of my hair in, to have it analyzed.” She handed me the paperwork.
“What’s this?” I asked, looking at the lines, dashes, and percentages.
“Okay,” she took a deep breath. “This right here shows the likelihood of me being related to him.”
She pointed to a number.
It read: 99.99%.
My mouth dropped open.
“That’s impossible unless…”
She was nodding before I had a chance to finish.
“Exactly,” she said. “So I started to dig. I hired a private investigator to find out how. After running the test two more times.”
“How, at eighteen, were you able to afford this?” I questioned.
She shrugged.
“My parents are wealthy, and when I turned eighteen, a small inheritance hit my account. I blew through it so fast my head spun, and I only have a few things to show for it,” she sighed. “Anyway, so I have this man trying to figure out why, and when he comes to me with the news that I was conceived through artificial insemination from a sperm bank out of Dallas, it all started to make sense.”
“So they froze your father’s…sperm.”
She nodded again emphatically. “That’s what I think, anyway.”
“And have you ever figured anything else out about it, or did you stop once you’d gotten that far?”
She shook her head.
“That’s the shameful part of all this. I went through a hundred and fifty thousand dollars trying to figure it out…but I’d gotten shafted by the PI. He’d taken me for a naïve girl, and I had been,” she admitted.
I shook my head.
“That’s ludicrous.”
She agreed with a grunt.
“But I count it as worth it…to know. I just wish I could have more information without bringing it up to my mom. This would break her for sure,” she whispered, picking at invisible lint on her shirt.
A shirt that was clinging to her breasts like a fucking second skin.
My eyes jerked up to her face, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw she wasn’t paying attention to where my eyes were aimed.
She was too busy looking at the fire.
Her hands wringing in her lap as she thought about what she’d just told me.
“What is it?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“I want to tell Downy, but I’m scared he’ll tell my mom. Then my father will leave,” she hesitated. “Again. My mom—she tried to leave him once for doing some stupid shit when it came to Downy a few years ago—but she couldn’t function. When he got done serving his sentence, she went back to him. This is the last thing they need right now—me making it harder than it needs to be.”