Page 112 of By Invitation Only

“Yeah, obviously,” I groaned.

“I told my dad about you before they showed up, and before I knew what was happening. After they left, I told my mom we were dating.”

“You did?” I asked as I lay back down on the bed, still staring up at the ceiling.

“Yeah. They want to meet you.”

“When?”

“I don’t know. As soon as possible. My mom is excited, thinking we’re going to get married and pop out babies.”

My eyes widened at her words. “Do you want that?”

There was a pause before she answered. “Well, eventually I want to get married and have kids. I’m not getting any younger, but we just started dating and—”

“Have the issue about our jobs,” I finished for her.

“Yeah,” she sighed.

“We’ll figure it out.” I felt as though I was a broken record, always reassuring her that everything would turn out fine. With everything I had going on, I had to think it would.

“Yeah,” she said again, probably tired of me telling her the same shit.

“What time will you be here tomorrow?” I asked.

“Well, we practically had Christmas dinner tonight, so I think we’re just going to do breakfast and a few gifts then I can head over.”

“Good. You’ll get to meet my mate Amelia and her family. She was a witness at my wedding.”

“You went to law school with her?”

“We did. It was her, Carrie, Randy and me.”

“Does she know you’re getting a divorce?”

I shrugged in the dark room. “Not sure what Carrie has told her. I’m sure she has, though. Carrie and her mouth.”

Peyton laughed, and it caused my dick to twitch. “She does have a big one.”

“I had the big mouth tonight, though. She was running her mouth, and I asked if she wanted divorce papers for Christmas, right in front of my parents.”

“You did?” she gasped.

“Yeah. Bloody nightmare.”

“What did they say?”

“They quizzed me about it all, and I know my mum was hurt that we didn’t tell them for nine years. It’s just that on paper Carrie and I are married, but we aren’t, you know?”

“Yeah. It will all be over soon.”

“Not soon enough. Are you going to help me study for my test?”

“Of course.”

“I study best with a naked bird in the room.” I grinned.

Peyton laughed, and my dick jerked. “I’m sure you do, Mr. Jameson.”