"When did Dad get to know you would be coming home mum?" I asked without thinking.
"He didn't." She replied and turned to stare at the butler who in turn just stood there like a log of wood.
"You can leave." I said to the man.
It was clear as day. Someone told Dad Mum was coming home and he decided to stay away.
As the butler was leaving, I stole glances at Mum and I caught a sad look across her face but just for a second. She adjusted herself in her chair and looked me straight in the eye.
"Now tell me, what is up with you? How is the store doing?"
"Everything is fine mum. Everything is fine. Look, can I be excused now? I really need to pee." I said as I hurried to my feet."
"You can use my restroom." She said then dragged out a drawer and started looking through it.
What?! No! I didn't want to pee! I needed to follow the butler. He just gave me a look I didn't like and I wanted to find out why!
But then, as if in a conspiracy with Mum, my blender started aching. Add that to the almost unbearable itch I was handling like a pro and I was instantly a shivering mess. I got up instantly and ran into her restroom, locking my thighs together because it really felt like I was going to leak. Inside the toilet, I didn't wait for anything. I sat on the bowl, held in my pee and started kneading my clit. This simple trick works all the time and if I wasn't in a hurry, it is actually something I enjoy.
With my pee held in and my clits getting all the attention, my brain was about to burst from pressure. Two pressure points were going head to head. My filled bladder and my throbbing clit. The two wanted to have their way but just for a bit, I curled my toes together in resistance and increased my finger massage on the clit. The more I resisted, the more painful it got until my bladder said no and busted. My orgasm came right after as electrons zapped through my body. I tried to stifle my voice but it was impossible.
I quickly gathered myself together and returned to the study to find mum on the phone talking to someone. I sat down, waiting for her to ask me why I was whimpering so loud in the toilet just now but she just ended the call and started pressing her phone.
"That took you so long Caitlin. " was all she said.
"Well I was holding it in for long." I offered.
"How can you go live alone in New York When you can't even take care of yourself at home in Arizona?" She signed dejectedly, sparking my anger.
"If you didn't insist that I follow you here and listen to you rumble about nonentities that are none of my business, maybe I wouldn't have to hold in my pee and would be able to take care of myself anywhere in the world."... Was what I thought but… "Mum, can we not do this?"... Was what I said to her.
She rolled her eyes and pushed a note to me.
"That is the contact of my interior designer friend. You should use him for your interiors. He is a celebrity in NewYork."
I took the note and palmed it.
"Thank you."
"I have also spoken to some recruiting companies while in NY. Give me a list of all the staff you will be needing so we can start looking into them."
I just sat there, staring at her as my nose flared. She most have felt the hostility or was expecting a response that didn't come because she looked up and pulled her brows together.
"What is it? You don't want me…"
"Yes mum. I do not need your help. Leave me alone!" I snapped and stood up.
"You are so predictable. Always putting up a fight for absolutely no reason. Okay. You don't have to use my recommendations okay. But there is no harm in having them. Is there?" She asked with a shrugged.
"Look, can I just leave? I have things to do." I mumbled.
"Like what and what?" She asked. I could hear the taunt in her voice and it immediately put me on guard.
But she was right. It was dark outside and I was wide-eyed. If she wasn't around, maybe I would have paid Sylvester a visit. What exactly was I going to be doing all night?
"I have booked a full spa for tomorrow. And you will be accompanying me to phoenix. We are going gift shopping." She finished off.
"What gift? Who… Oh." I paused.
She wanted us to go buy gifts for Uncle Ron's birthday. How could I even forget that?
That was why she came home. To pick me up for the gift shopping. We do this every year for all the boys including Riley and Daniel. Once it's close to their birthday, Mum drags me to phionex for a week. We would sweep cards through all the major stores and eat in all the celebrity restaurants. This was also the time she makes me meet prospective clients within the state and beyond.
I sat there all evening, trying not to give in to my impulses. I have so many questions to ask about Joseph, about Uncle Ron, about Riley and Sophia, about her fight with Dad but I also know it isn't my place to ask. At least not yet. But here she was asking me to go gift shopping for my rapist. Should I tell her? What will happen if I do? These questions and more raced through my mind. I really didn't know what to do so I shrugged and nodded my head. It was going to be a long night.
"Tell the chef to bring in my dinner. I will have it here."
That was my cue to leave. I heaved a relief and hurried out of the study. It was looking to be a long night.
Spa then shopping. That was why mum returned unannounced. To take me shopping for gifts. I should have known. I mean, it's practically a tradition.