Dramatic, Mushy, Complicated Love Leah Sharelle (best story books to read .TXT) 📖

my tongue, and Mum knew it. As I said, the woman was a human lie detector. There were tears.

“What is going on with my daughters? Spring is throwing hissy fits at everyone, and you just lied to my face. Those are not the behaviours of the girls I raised.”

Leading me to one of the preloved chaises, she gently pushed me down then settled down beside me.

“So, Meadow Lavender, want to start again? And this time, no lying.” Eyeing my mother, I marvelled at the youthfulness of her complexion. For a woman who had three grown children her face did not have one wrinkle or any signs of aging. Trish was only forty-three years old, having me at eighteen and Spring seventeen months later, and about the same time frame with Brecken. She was the only one of her friends who was well and truly finished with toddlers and school-aged kids. While they were dealing with nappies and childcare, Mum’s only problems were where Dad was taking her for their next weekend getaway lovefest.

Smiling ruefully at Trish, I nodded my head in agreement.

“Spring is right in a sense. I did meet a great guy, only I don’t think he is as great as I thought he was. Not that we spent much time together talking, I know more about him being a great kisser than anything. What I do know is he was in the middle of rocking my world with a great kiss and romantic, sexy words, then poof! He gets a phone call and takes off like his butt is on fire.” Throwing my hands in the air, I shrug because I am still dumbfounded at Luca’s disappearance. And a lot hurt.

“Rocked your world, hey? That good?” Mum enquired, raising her brows and giving me a sly wink. This, right there, was what made my mum unique. There was no topic off-limits, no secrets, and best of all, no judgment from her. All three of us knew that our parents, though strange to outsiders, were the two people we could count on the most.

“That good,” I affirmed, fanning my face with a hand. “I have never felt an instant zing and pull to a man as I did three nights ago.”

“Ohhh, what is his name?”

“Luca … something, we didn’t exactly get to last names.” I managed to chuckle.

“Because he was busy rocking your world?”

“Yes, Trish. Because he was rocking my world, but I do wish I’d asked him his last name if anything so that I can look him up and go punch him in the dick.”

“Donatella and I will pay to see that,” Spring announced from the open door.

“His last name is Donatella?”

Throwing her large and overloaded handbag on the counter, Spring nodded.

“Yep. He is the oldest of five, has four younger sisters and runs the family business.” Plopping down on the same chaise Mum and I were on, Spring let out a long sigh.

“The idiot I slept with, who, I might add, gave me the best orgasm of my life, then snuck out the next morning before I woke, told me.” Spring nailed both Mum and me with her signature stink-eye glare, but of course, Spring was not done.

“I let him take me home, invited him in, and we had a wine and nice conversation. We continued our flirt fest we’d started at the pub. Everything was going swimmingly. I let him in my pants, which by the way, he is a master at doing. He admitted to me that I was the only woman to get him that hard, then gave me one orgasm with his mouth and a mind-blowing one with his very large cock. Then poof!” Spring mimed an explosion with her hands. “I wake up and his side is cold. He isn’t answering my messages or calls, I even went to his office and the receptionist said Ace wasn’t taking any new appointments.”

“Appointments! Me! He fucks me into my mattress and suddenly I am nothing. Damn cocksucker.”

Biting my bottom lip to stop the laughter that was bubbling, I took a different approach, sensing that Spring was not in the mood for humour.

“He never left a note or anything? Just left you while you slept?”

“Weren’t you listening to me, Meadow? I just got through telling you I literally got fucked and dumped all in the same night.” The look my sister threw me was a cross between frustration and anger, which I debated ignoring because she was my sister and I loved her, and because she had, in fact, got fucked and dumped by her hunky, honey pot, douche.

Of course, I didn’t.

“Oh suck it up, buttercup! At least you got to experience the glory of his dick. Luca kissed me senseless, then up and left the pub with me in it. So don’t go crying that you lost out, it was me that got short shafted.”

“Oh my god, will you listen to yourself, Meadow,” Spring shouted, jumping up from the couch. “At least Luca shafted you because his mother was taken to the hospital. I have no idea why Ace did the walk of shame, leaving me a limp satisfied one night stand.”

“His mum was taken to hospital? Is that why he left so abruptly?” I shouted back, also jumping to my feet, shocked by the new piece of information.

“Yeah, he called Ace when we were at my place. He was trying to get your number from Ace, but we were in the middle of making out on the kitchen bench, my pants were down around my ankles, and he was—”

“Spring! Focus!” I growled, once again wanting to throttle my sister and her rambling off subject. “Luca asked for my number?”

“He did, but as I said, Ace and I were … busy. I believe he said he would give it to Luca the next day, but then he left without getting it from me.”

“Oh pigeon poo!” Stomping my foot on the hardwood floor angrily, but inside I was high fiving and dancing a jig.