Chapter 104. Men Who Should Be Castrated

TARA

As soon as I crossed the entrance door to Jenna’s living room, her petite frame was the first thing I saw leaning by the door that connected her two rooms, and I halted, freezing like a teenager caught returning from a party she was forbidden from attending, intoxicated on all the wrong things.

To make light of the situation, I teased her, saying. “Hi, Mom.”

The lights were switched on now, and yeah, she looked everything like the angry mama in the sleepwear, red hair messily piled up on her head, while I looked like the rebellious daughter.

Jenna only studied me for a few more seconds before her face scrunched up in disgust, only that I could see through it to know that it was faux, one hand coming to waft an imaginary smell away from her nose.

“You. Reek. Of. Sex!”

“Jeez, Jenna,” I bellowed, eyes wide in horror as I kicked my shoes off, crossing the room to where she stood. “Don’t say those words with Nadia in the next room hearing