My Bestfriend's Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Ashley’s pov

Ipaled as a ghost, I remember mom and dad talking about her, referring to her as a mental patient. From what I’ve heard of the things she has done, the wasn’t such a good person. But she was still blood, no matter all of the horld things she’s done.

“I’m so sorry” Helt like I was supposed to say that. I knew Margaret’s history with my mom and it wasn’t pleasant. But also knew mom never holds a

I also knew that dad was silently mourning inside. It hurt him, that was the woman who took care of him. She’s his mom

Twalk over to a vacant sofa and gently sat down, hoping that they wouldn’t notice my wince when my bum touched the cushion. Blake really had a huge cock. It is know wonder he was always so cocky,

Don’t act like you don’t like it. The little voice inside my head reveals. I sigh. This is really not the time to think such thoughts. Mom looked lost as she watched dad rake a hand through his hair,

“We never got along but I do feel sorry that she died this way.” She sighed.

I nodded. “Do you know what led her to do this to herself?”

She looks saddened. “We had gotten word that she was doing much better but i guess this wasn’t accurate. Margaret really wasn’t mentally stable.”

Dad comes off the phone and sits beside mom. He pulls her on his lap and she rests her head on his chest. He sighs in content as if having mom this close to him comforted him instantly, loved their relationship though it cringes both Arden and I to see them this way.

“They found her hanging from a fan around seven in the morning. She used the sheet of her bed.” He whispers, brushing his fingers through mom’s hair

Tim so sorry baby Mom whispered, kissing his jaw. He clenches his eyes and when he does open it again it’s now moist with unwashed tears. My heart

“admit I hated her, loathed her even but she’s still my mom, the woman who raised me. I can’t help but think that things would’ve been different if she wasn’t senile.” He grumbles as if hating himself for even feeling sad about her death

“Why had they not called you soonerdad? This seems to be a bit fishy” Arden voices out. I chewed on my lip thinking of what Arden had implied. He was right. Why hadn’t they called him sooner?

“Does grandpa even know?” Arden ask

“I do not know why they had failed to inform me of my mother’s passing sooner. Dad found out the same time did, probably even earlier. He doesn’t feel a bit of remorse.” He sighs. “And quite frankly I don’t want to think of any possibilities of why they didn’t tell me sooner. I’m sure they had their reasons.”

Arden nods in understanding. “Well I guess we’ll be attending a funeral soon.” He shrugs seeming nonchalant

I couldn’t blame him. He never knew Margaret, a woman supposedly our grandma but was the devil incarnated that wa mom’s womb

guess we will” Dad grunts pulling mom closer. I hated funerals.

sill me when I was still in

“Monday”

“What’s up with you two today?” Ryan asks, putting down his burger on the plate it was lunch and we all were seated around the lunch table, each having a different food to ea

Blake and I were sitting usually closer than we ever had been, it felt natural to be this close to him but less everyone was noticing including our

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bestfriend Ryan. Helt guilty for keeping such a secret away from him.

“Nothing’s up yet.” Blake shrugged but I knew the meaning behind the word. nyan smirks, throwing his head back laughing at his friends ridiculous sexual innuendo.

Stopping his laughing fit, he looks between us and

gives a sly gaze. “You two have been awfully closer than usual and that’s saying something Just like lovers I might add.” He accuses and gauges for a reaction.

Ichoke on the fry I was eating and quickly reach over for the juice so I could wash it down. “What give you that idea?” I ask after clearing my throat. I was avoiding his knowing stare. I looked around for prying eyes

“Just answer me this one question.” He starts.

“Where did you two go after english class was done? I heard moaning and grunting sounds coming from Mrs. Peter’s class. It really didn’t sound like Mrs. Peter. It sounded awfully familiar.” He chuckles then says in a girly voice. “Oh Blake, don’t stop!”

I choked on my saliva as Blake choked on his soda. Were we that loud? A scarlet blush coated my cheeks and I felt shame hit me like a ton of bricks. “There are many Blake’s in this school” Blake answered looking half embarrassed.

“Yeah but none sound like you dude.” He says then turns his voice into a very much exaggerated mannish tone. “Oh fuck Ley baby, you’re so tight, I’m

about to rum.

I snap my eyes to Ryan, eyes widening in horror. He smirks, “Now I wonder who calls you that name Ley

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