Vivienne's Guilt by Heather M. Orgeron Read Free Book Online Page A

haven’t seen the woman in years but she was still married to my uncle, and I’m just going to have to suck it up and get my ass out there.
    Plus, he threatened to not pay for my schooling if I don’t. So, yeah, there’s also that.
    “Babe, we’ve been over this. It’s not like I can just fucking say no, okay? You think I want to spend my summer with my aunt and her kid? I’d much rather spend it in you...” I joke.
    She doesn’t laugh.
    “With you, baby, with you. It was a joke. Chill out.”
    She sniffs. “God, I don’t know how you can be so...so...whatever about this.”
    Kylie has been my girl, off and on, for almost three years. Our families are in business together, and we’ve always been friends. When high school and hormones came around, it just sort of made sense. We’ve taken a few breaks, and I’ve fucked a few other girls, but I’m pretty sure Kylie has only ever been with me.
    I hate it when she cries...when any girl cries. I don’t know how to handle that shit. I care about her, but right now she’s really starting to get on my fucking nerves. I have a plane to catch...early. The last thing I feel like hearing is this shit again. It won’t change anything.
    “Listen, Kylie, maybe we should just start our break now.”
    Kylie and I discussed calling it quits during college. We’ll still see each other when I come home, but I don’t want to be tied down, and she doesn’t want to lose me. It works for us both. I’m pretty sure we will one day end up married and do the whole kids thing. Nothing would please our families more, and I do love her. I think. But I’m not married yet. I want to enjoy my college years, and I want the same for her.
    Her cries get louder, more forceful. Make it stop.
    “Is that what you want, Reid? To break up?” she asks between sobs. “You going out there to hook up with some girl or something?”
    “Jesus fucking Christ, Kylie! Yeah, I met a girl the last time I was out there eight fucking years ago!” I yell. “We talked about this,” I say with a little more control.
    “But...we were supposed to have the summer,” she cries.
    “Yeah, we were, but things changed. Look, I really need to get some sleep. I can’t do this right now. Let’s just end it now and I’ll see you when I come home for Thanksgiving, okay?”
    “Yeah, I mean...I guess I don’t really have much of a choice, do I?” she asks with a twinge of hope in her voice.
    “No, babe, not really. No regrets, remember?” I remind her. “I want you to enjoy these next few years. I don’t want you sitting around crying over me. We’ll still talk,” I assure her. “I love you, baby. That’s not going to change. We just need to experiment and experience life before settling down.”
    Kylie doesn’t respond, just continues crying into the phone.
    “Right, okay. Well, I’m going to get to bed. Call me tomorrow or something, okay?” I offer weakly. “Love you.” And then I end the call.

    After getting off of the plane, I make my way over to the baggage area and see a poster with my name on it in colorful bubble letters held up by a woman, who I’m assuming is Aunt Viv. She’s dressed in a simple pink tank top and jean shorts with flip flops. Her hair is in long waves down her back and those legs...long, lean, and toned that top off a perfectly round ass. Fuck. When did Aunt Viv get so hot?
    “Looking for me?” I ask as I walk up to meet her and Tillie, who is bouncing around her feet.
    Vivienne looks up from her daughter, and when our eyes meet, my heart starts thudding in my chest. She’s fucking gorgeous. What the fuck am I thinking? This isn’t just some girl. This is my aunt. My dead uncle’s wife.
    She looks at me strangely, and I’m wondering if she’s feeling the same pull, or worse. Maybe she can read my mind. But, that’s just stupid. She seems to catch hold of her thoughts when she pulls me into a tight hug. “Reid. It’s so good to see you. Thank you so much