Chapter 85

Thea's Point of View

“Please, stop now. I cannot take it anymore. Nothing really will come out.” I kicked his face as I lay on the bed. My knees are trembling because of too much liquid and water that coming out. He still doesn't stop even though we've been around a few times. My eyes are already giving.

“You can not. Come here.” He made me sit down and in an instant, he was lying down, and I was sitting on his body. The cock that was swollen in my ass suddenly sprouted and whipped my ass. I rested my hands on his stomach and began to lift the body as he held my hand. Our position is I am a cowgirl now.

He could only assist me by grabbing my waist when I put his cock into my p*ssy. When I placed it on, I stroked my clit to increase the pressure. I squeeze my left nipple and run my fingers up and down. When I took my hand off the nipple, I extended it, so he could take it and join him. He did it, and I was not disappointed. My hand was placed on his stomach. I watched his teeth grind, and you could tell he was upset by how slowly I was moving.

When he quickly pushed down my hips, his cock went deeper within me, I knew he wasn't happy with my movement. Because of what he did, my grasp on him became even tighter.

I felt some cum shoot within me when he did that, so I simply laid down on his chest. My eyes went black when my body collided with his.

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Craig's voice was raspy as he asked, “Where are you going?”

I need to check on Cray and return to his room; perhaps he is weeping now. But if he awoke, he'd knock because he knows how to do it now. I sat beneath the bed, fastening the robe. Thereafter, I kissed him on the lips.

"I'll check on Cray. Perhaps, he cried,” I said to him while our faces were still near. I locked my gaze on his. “Anyway, I'm going someplace later. Can you watch Cray now that it's the weekend?” I now stroke the back of his neck. Our breaths are now crushing to each other.

He narrowed his eyes, wondering where I would go without them. I didn’t speak because I don’t want him to know where I was going. I clutch the cover of the blanket then shake my head at him, giving him an assured smile. Not only that, but I glued our foreheads together and sword our noses. I kissed him again on the lips as if I was drawing strength to have courage.

I stood up and then pinned his shoulder. I went out the door, went straight to Cray who was sleeping peacefully, and lay next to him.

I hugged him tightly because I wanted to avoid ruining the family I was trying to put together so as much as possible, I was careful. I don't want to break up with us again instantly. While hugging my son, drowsiness visited me again.

I woke up with arms wrapped around me. When I opened my eyes, I saw Craig asleep and like an old version of Cray. Cray sleeps between us as Craig extended his hand to hug the two of us. I slowly removed his hand, so they wouldn’t wake up. When I finally got rid of it I got out of bed to get ready to leave.

It’s better if I leave earlier, so I have time to think. I don’t want them to worry about me.

While in the bathroom, I let the water flow into my body and feel its coolness. My hand pressed against the wall as the water trickled behind me. I clenched my palm because I didn’t know where I would heap my anger.

Who am I to blame my father? Hundreds of memories gush, and I can’t win against them all at once. I should have taken it easy first. I want to lie down in the cold space of this bathroom, feel the cold, and compare which one is cooler. Whether it’s my heart or the floor with water.

When I came out, they were still asleep. The sun king was about to peek, but they were still sound asleep. I'll just leave notes, so he knows I'm gone.

When I left our house, my head drowned. It seemed as if I was floating while walking and had no idea where I was going. It's as if I'm under a spell and waiting for someone to tell me to move. I just realized I was standing directly in front of Craig's mansion. I took a long breath and relaxed my hand before approaching the guard, who turned to face me. It appears that I am still not barred from entering it.

He allowed me in without a second thought.

While I headed directly to their front door. This was the final place I went before my heart died, and many memories soak through, even if there are no recollections to recall. As I strolled, I gazed at the garden, where I was astounded by the woman's cause of my mother's pain at the time.

She was the reason our floor was littered with wine bottles, and I was curious as to what her earrings were doing in the vicinity of the explosion. I'm curious about everything. I don't want to walk on shattered glass that hurts me every time I step on it simply to receive an answer to my concern.

I approached mama Lily, but she didn't see me since she was too busy watering the plants and flowers. She stopped sprinkling when she heard the step of my rubber shoes, but she still didn't look at me. Her hand was merely in the air, holding the sprinkler, but I'm sure she recognized the woman next to her since she could see me in her peripheral vision.

“I don't recall inviting a visitor today,” she said, dropping the sprinkler on the ground, presenting her head and torso, and staring at me coldly. Even though she was only watering, she had a lot of jewelry on her. She examined me from head to toe. Craig's face and stance are very similar at times, so it's impossible to deny that they are mother and son.

“Be tolerant with my abrupt appearance, mama Lily,” I said as I returned her pebbles with frigid looks. I refused to give up. My mother had already suffered enough from her, but I would not allow justice to be denied to me. I approached mama Lily. In my heart, anger is now smiling. Even if I want to think of Craig, I can't because of what I'm thinking of right now.

When I came to a halt in front of her, I kept myself from smacking her because I still had it in my head that my husband was her son. But regardless of what I had in my hand, I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

“How does it feel to be my daddy's mistress?”

The shock in her eyes was undeniable. She opened her mouth but closed it again. I knew she wanted to say something but she couldn’t form it into words. She took a few deep breaths before raising an eyebrow at me. She seemed to have regained her demeanor and then stepped forward.

"How dare you!" Her teeth are gritting. She raised her hand and was ready to slap me but I stared at her sharply. I did not shake. Even if she slaps me now, I will not sit on the ground just because she is my husband's mother.

Her hand stopped in the air, panting because her hand was just hanging and she couldn't continue what she wanted to do. I took it as a chance to speak to her. She pushed me as if I was still at fault. Her jewelry is already ringing.

"That's not the answer I'm expecting for. Why does my question seem so far from your reaction and answer." My tone is cold. The cold wind was blowing and anger seemed to burn even more in my heart. My expression was blank in exchange for her face not being able to paint.

"Are you accusing me?" There is a scratch in every word of her. Why does she have to be mad if I only need an explanation from her.

This is not the reaction I want to get from her. I want her to tell the truth because somehow she is still the parent of the person I love and even in that part I will respect her.

"I'm not accusing you because I have proof; it's called 'stating the truth,' don't wait for me to tell Craig the truth and give him my evidence." I don't threaten her because I need anything; I tell her because I know it's the only way I'll be able to persuade her. In addition, I won't be able to tell Craig the truth since I'm more terrified of how he'll react. I have yet to blame mommy Lily for my parents' deaths because I still believe she was not the perpetrator and am waiting for justice to be served.

Her terror was visible on her face. There's no denying that she was terrified when I mentioned my husband's name. She feared her son more than she thought her husband.

I'd like to apologize to Craig's daddy for what my father did to him. He was the one who was most impacted by it. I can't take the thought of Craig betraying me; it's so shattered that it's still tormenting my head. I wanted to ask them if what they were thinking about hurting someone. What temptations do they face? I'd want to know so that I may fully understand them.

I no longer grasp my emotions, and I am frequently driven by them. Mommy Lily is still refusing to acknowledge it. I'm not sure she'll confess it since she's defending herself. Why, in fact, would Lily Holden plead to a long-forgotten sin? She is happy today, however my mother was not comfortable with their betrayal at the time.

"What did your conscience do to put you to sleep? How could you do it to someone who was already married? I'd want to know your reasoning because I can't believe you're smiling while tricking someone when my mother is drowning in alcohol!" I was flabbergasted by the length of what I had to say. But she just avoided looking at me; she was plainly guilty, but she remained standing.

“You are just like your mother. You are so curious that in the end, you get hurt!” She growled at me furiously. How she manages to shift the blame that should be for her. Just so as not to tarnish her character, she will return the blame to the person who should be the victim!

“Do you really think you can avoid the truth? Do you think that because there are no more people involved, you can escape?” No matter what I tried to make her understand, she would not get it. If I hadn’t stolen that data it might have been even worse than the embarrassment it would have taken.

"I'M NOT CLEAR TO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING! " She yelled loudly, and I was caught off guard by her unexpected shove on me. I was taken aback by what she did all of a sudden.

I would have just stood up with assistance from behind me but when I turned to see who it was, I noticed Craig's daddy standing behind me.

I couldn't talk because I immediately closed my lips. Did he hear what I said? He's been there for a few moments. I was drenched in perspiration, and when I looked up at mommy Lily, even she couldn't look at daddy. When he said, I instantaneously let out a sigh of relief.

"What's going on here?" He looked back and forth at me, toward mommy Lily.