1
Makeup cluttered the bathroom counter.
Foundation, powder, eyeliner, it was all there, and scattered from
the sink to the wall. Messes drove Kia nuts, but her young mom was
so vastly different from her that everything Samantha did drove Kia
up the wall. Kia accredited it to Samantha having her at seventeen,
and instead of her growing up quick she held onto her youth and
necessity to stay hip and cool. Kia on the other hand was a tidy
recluse, probably because she strived to be the exact opposite of
her mom.
“Did you want any money?” Samantha asked,
and glanced at Kia through the mirror before touching up her
lipstick with liner. Kia considered her mom in that moment. She
didn’t know what possessed her to push for marriage. But it was no
wonder Andy would accept. Samantha was beautiful. And besides, Kia
being much younger, they looked like they could be sisters. They
both had the same curly blonde hair, big steel-gray eyes that
popped no matter what they wore or if they chose not to wear
makeup, and they both had the same knockout figure. Only Samantha
chose to use her curves to manipulate.
“No, I don’t need money,” Kia said when she
couldn’t look at her mom anymore without getting upset. “What for?
I’m eighteen and in Vegas. I can’t gamble. I can’t drink. I can’t
go to your bachelorette party. So what’s the point? Why’d I even
come?”
“I’m getting married tomorrow silly.”
“Yeah, to the guy you made a pact with ten
years ago to marry if you were both thirty-five and single.” Kia
huffed, folded her arms, and leaned against the counter. She didn’t
even bother to hide her irritation, or care her little temper
tantrum seemed immature. She let her mom think the reason she
grumbled was because she’d be bored all night. The truth of the
matter was, she didn’t want the wedding to happen.
Andy, her soon to be stepdad, was the man
Kia had always had a crush on since her mom met him over twelve
years ago back when the two seriously thought about dating, but for
some reason it never happened. They became friends instead, and Kia
was pleased to learn they never even kissed. But lately, she knew
they were trying to connect sexually, but with Andy constantly
traveling, he hadn’t seen Samantha in over two years. The entire
arrangement was crazy, but that was always her mom’s flare.
Kia’s on and off infatuation with him never
resulted in anything other than an occasional hug, but for some
reason, she couldn’t let it go. Eventually he stopped touching her
altogether, because she stiffened whenever he embraced her and she
was sure he thought she grew uncomfortable with his touch. Kia had
a lot of regrets about not trying to let him know she liked him,
and especially more now that her mom convinced Andy marriage was a
good thing. If she had a chance to do things differently she’d go
back in time and tell him, but that wasn’t possible.
“Don’t be such a downer,” her mom said. “I
don’t want anything to put a damper on this night. It’s going to be
legendary. Tonight is the last night I’ll be single, and I want it
all. Some girls dream of their wedding, I’ve dreamt of an amazing
bachelorette party.” Her mom rubbed her lips together and then made
a soft pop sound when she opened her mouth. She oozed sex appeal
while dabbing her finger to her lips. Samantha always had a way
with men. And so did Kia after years of watching the best. “Which
is why you’re staying here and you’re not coming to my crazy party.
I intend to have my first and last threesome.”
“Gross! Mom! Seriously who tells their
daughter that? Why do you tell me shit like that? Now I’m picturing
it! Gross !” Kia hissed and pushed off the counter, deciding
to leave the bathroom. She hated it when her mom said inappropriate
things, which she did a lot, and sometimes in public just to get a
rise out of her. Nothing irritated her more.
“We’re friends.” Her mom
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