Ashley laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling as the events of the previous night came rushing back to her. The run, the majestic view, chatting with Daniel, running with him, and then … Phoenix.
She sat up in bed. He’d walked her all the way home. Her father, Ben, had been waiting up for her, while her mother, Leah, was in bed.
Running a hand over her face, she reached out for the clock and groaned. It was a little after 7:00. She hadn’t slept in, even though it was a Sunday, and the DIY store was closed.
She spent Sundays at home, helping her mother cook, chilling out, possibly reading a book, and just relaxing before the week ahead. Unless her parents disappeared for sex. They were never quiet. It didn’t help that she now had great hearing. It made listening to her parents easier than it did as a child. She had no choice but to leave the house for several hours, or at least until she assumed they were done.
She stepped out of the blanket and quickly made her bed, before disappearing into the bathroom. Her parents had insisted she have her own en suite, and she couldn’t argue with them. They had sex everywhere and the bathroom wasn’t a sacred place. She had walked in on them doing it there when she was twelve years old. She accepted that her parents loved one another.
A bathroom had been installed in her room less than three months later. Her bedroom and bathroom were the only sacred, non-parent fucking rooms. She didn’t doubt for a second that would all change the moment she moved out. After using the toilet, she flushed, washed her hands, and then grabbed her toothbrush. She glanced at her reflection and winced.
Ashley had gotten into the habit after her first real encounter with her mate, of not looking at her reflection. He’d found her disgusting, and with her inability to lose weight, she hated the sight of herself. Once her teeth were brushed, she ran a comb through her hair and left the bathroom. Heading downstairs, she stretched and yawned, then stepped into the kitchen.
“Something smells good,” she said.
All too soon she became alert to the fact they were not alone. This never happened. Her parents took Sundays seriously. It was their time together, it was family time. Even as she got older, they wouldn’t allow her to work on a Sunday.
Ashley stared at the man who rejected her. Phoenix was at the kitchen counter, a mug of coffee in his hand, and her parents looked happy.
“Yes, something does smell good,” Phoenix said, looking at her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Ashley, that is no way to speak to the alpha!” Leah, her mother, sounded outraged.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you go and get changed?”
She wore an oversized shirt, one she’d had for several years that was well-worn, but so comfortable. Glaring at Phoenix, she wouldn’t let him see that she was horrified he’d seen her like this.
“I’m good.” She moved toward the kitchen counter, keeping a good distance between the two of them. She hated that her nipples had hardened at the sight of him.
“Something smells good, Mom.”
“Will you eat the bacon this time?” Leah asked.
“You don’t eat bacon?” Phoenix asked.
She shot him a glare. What business was it of his? Before she got a chance to tell him to shut up and mind his own business, her mother was already talking.
“She’s been on a diet for so long. I worry that she doesn’t eat enough.” Leah pouted.
Ashley wanted to growl.
“Diets are not healthy,” Phoenix said.
He could lie all he wanted to.
“I’ll have some bacon, Mom, thanks.”
She got to her feet, rounded the counter, and grabbed a mug from the top shelf.
“How was your run last night, honey?” Ben asked.
“It was fine. I got out to the cliff.”
Leah tutted. “I hate the thought of you hanging off that ledge. It’s not safe and you know it.”
“I don’t hang off the ledge. It’s a nice place with a good view.” She sipped at the hot black coffee, avoiding looking at Phoenix. She felt his gaze on hers. Her flesh seemed to heat and one quick glance confirmed her suspicions. He watched her.