Seven Dirty Sins: A Hot New Adult Erotic Romance Boxed Set

by Morgan Black

  “I can’t find it anywhere!” She threw her hands up to the sky in frustration.

  I began walking towards her collecting items as I passed them. Another shirt on her bed, a skirt lying on the floor, a sweater stuck on a lampshade… God my sister was a mess.

  “And what is it that you’re looking for?”

  She sat back on her heels and looked up at me, her beautiful dark brown eyes reflecting her exasperation. “I need that freaking dress for the rehearsal dinner. Mom made me promise I would wear it because Charity sent it. But I have no freaking idea where it is!”

  I sat down next to her crosslegged and started to fold the clothes I had been collecting from around the room. “Well, did you wear it anywhere? Though I don’t know how you find anything in this hellhole.”

  “Are you kidding me? Of course I didn’t wear it anywhere. It’s that also that ugly lilac color. I mean how old is she really think I am? In all our phone conversations she just talks down to me like I’m a baby. I’m eighteen! A legal adult and everything.”

  And everything… right. Like own a house, or even pay her own cell phone bill… as close as my sister and I were, she had become a little bit of a spoiled brat since the divorce. I guess my parents felt bad for the way things went down and coddled her more. But for me, I had been an adult, and I could take care of myself. I continued to fold her clothes and place them neatly back in her suitcase, where I assumed they had run away from. “What did mom say when she gave you the address?”

  Kenz stopped her temper tantrum for a second and looked at me as if she was finally realizing I was there. “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I mean, I guess she seemed kind of sad. But she’s seemed like that ever since we moved here, so nothing new.”

  It was true that my mom had been depressed since we had moved from Fayette. She liked it here in Florida as far away from my father as possible; however, she had grown up and built her life there. I had to admit that sometimes I missed it too. It had been years since I’d seen my friends. Elle, Zoe, and I had been like the Three Musketeers for as long as I could remember, but then… sometimes you just grow apart.

  Kenz had only been fourteen when we left three years ago and had fit in nicely here in Florida. She was made for the beach with her sun-kissed skin and her shimmering blonde hair. She had every guy within a five mile radius in the palm of her hand. When we visited Fayette, she would just be that awkward kid whose parents split up in a messy divorce. It had been at least a year since she had seen Dad; he had come to college to visit with me a few times, but she didn’t make much of an effort to be near him. I think it just hurt her too much, knowing that he had built an entirely new family without us. Charity couldn’t wait to have their first child together. We heard about it all the time. And in a way I guess Mackenzie felt like we were being replaced, but I got it. It wasn’t that he was trading his girls for a new shiny blonde model. They loved each other wanted to start a family. It made sense, but it didn’t mean it was any easier for us.

  As I clasped the suitcase shut, Kenz crossed the room and started searching through her closet for the famed rehearsal dress. She emerged a moment later victorious, with the pretty lilac dress still wrapped in plastic it came in. “I knew I had it somewhere!”

  “You can ask them to put in the front of the plane. They will hang it for you and everything.”

  “Well aren’t you worldly?” She laughed at her own sarcasm.

  She held up the dress against her body in front of her full-length mirror, assessing its beauty. “Yeah, it’s not really that bad,” she said as she cocked her head to the side. “I mean it could totally be worse. What are you wearing to the rehearsal dinner?” She turned to face me still holding the dress against her body.

  “I packed a couple different dresses; you know, whatever fits.” I certainly wasn’t as petite as my sister was. Somehow she hadn’t inherited all of my mom’s curvy genes. I stood up slowly from my spot on the rug and walked over to my little sister, placing my hands on her shoulders. “Promise me you’ll be cool for this trip okay?”

  She pulled away from me. “As long as she promises to stop acting like we’re her kids.”

  I nodded slightly, I understood the feeling of instant family that Charity wanted to create with us and I wasn’t all about either. Especially because I wasn’t a kid anymore— neither of us were. Charity was only maybe fifteen years older than me, so it didn’t seem appropriate for her to think of me as her child.

  “No, I got it. But that doesn’t mean you can pull all teenager tantrum on her either. Got me?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mom.”

  I chuckled at her before leaving the room and shutting the door behind me. She always treated me like I was her mom and her best friend. I guess after the divorce my mom became kind of a mess, and I really did take care of Kenz. Being four years older did that to you. No one saw it coming; the divorce was everywhere all at one time. All of our tiny town newsletters brought it up because we were members of local clubs. Sometimes you just want to hide under a pillow and wish that the local gossipers would get the hell off your lawn, but they don’t. They think everyone has a right to know every deepest darkest secret about your life and why the breakup occurred. I was just lucky that they looked at me as an angsty college student and left me alone. Because if they had found out why we really left Fayette, the neighbors would’ve had a field day, and my life would’ve been ruined.

  I walked down the carpeted steps to the kitchen of our small town house and saw my mom sitting at the counter playing on her iPad.

  “Hey Mom, whatcha doin?” I always felt the need to seem extra bubbly around her. Maybe Kenz was right, and her depression had taken a toll on us in a way that our personalities had become molded to each other’s.

  She turned around, a large smile playing on her soft features. The past four years had aged her dramatically. When we lived in New England she’d always seemed so young and vibrant, but now I could see the wrinkles outlining her dark brown eyes that had seemed to fade from all the tears. “Hi hon, are you all packed?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I think so. Besides school I’ve never packed so much. But we’re going to be gone so long. I’m glad that Dad paid for our boxes to ship separately, that really helped.”

  “Well, you can never have too many shoes,” she said as she picked up her coffee mug and walked around the island. She moved slowly over to the sink and placed it in daintily for the maid to clean up later. There were some things from our previous life that my mother just couldn’t give up, and honestly Kelly, our maid, was more like family than just an employee. I knew Mom was overjoyed when she agreed to move here with us.

  I sat down on one of the barstools next to the breakfast table and watched her carefully thinking to herself about how she might manage without us for the next month. “So what are you going to do while we’re gone? Anything fun?”

  She bit her lower lip before answering, “I might take up some tennis lessons at the club. But besides that, no. I have work to do.”

  Mom took a job at a nearby nursing home when we first moved here, as the lead Activities Coordinator. But since then the nursing home had become a huge company and she now managed all the activities for five different locations. She had always done a lot of philanthropy and events management when we lived up in New England so I knew it was something she really enjoyed; however, it took up a lot of her weekend time and as a result she hadn’t made many friends besides her coworkers. I worried now that my dad was getting remarried that she might feel left out because she hadn’t been dating yet. She mourned the loss of my father and their relationship like he was dead rather than living with some skinny pain in my ass in our old house. I didn’t really understand why she felt like that, like she had to put him up on this pedestal, but that was her choice, not mine. I got Dad for who he really was, a nice guy with poor follow through. I didn’t judge him for his choices anymore but I knew that Kenz and Mom did.

  “M
om?” She nodded but continued to scroll on whatever she was looking at. “Mom, can I ask you something?”

  She set down the iPad and looked at me for a moment, removing her glasses because she could see me better without them on. “What is it honey? You never get serious like this.”

  I looked down at my hands, taking sudden interest in the hot pink nail polish that was peeling off of my left hand. “It's just that I've been thinking, you know I'm going have to go wherever there is a job for me right?” I looked up at her for a brief moment to match her eyes with mine to see if she knew where I was going with this. “Dad has a lot of connections up in the Boston area. If there's a job there for me...”

  “Then you would take it. I know how these things work. I also know that a lot of your friends still live up there and you miss them. I'm not the only one who misses Fayette. I also know how this economy is, and I have a job here, so your sister and I will be staying here. But wherever you go is up to you sweetheart. I'm not going to stop you from living your dreams. That's not what parents do.”

  As much as she was saying exactly what I wanted to hear, it still hurt. I couldn't imagine myself leaving her and Kenz behind, but at the same time my degree in business management would only get me so far in an area where I didn't know many people. My dad had the networking abilities of a champion, and I knew that in this economy I needed to use those connections. It helped that his law office managed many of the cases for local big business. He may even have a few connections in New York City.

  “I still have a year to work on it.” I had taken time off after the divorce and was finishing my degree a year late, but I was determined to find a job as soon as I graduated.

  She smiled sweetly, “Yes but you're about to go for an entire summer up with your dad and it would certainly help if you were kind to him and talked to him about some potential job opportunities. I get it honey, really I do. Besides, Kenz will be leaving for school in the Fall, so she’s got big things going on too. Then it will just be me.” She placed her frail hand on my own and sighed. “But I’m okay with that. I have Kelly, too.” I noticed how the colors of our skin looked so different. I had spent my weekends during the spring at the beach while she locked herself in an office trying to build up a name for herself in the company. She was just a different person than she had been when she was with my dad,—maybe a better person, who knows? She could certainly stand on her own two feet now, even if it was difficult. While I gazed at her sweet smile and her faded brown eyes, she squeezed my hand and infused some of her confidence in me. She may not have been particularly happy with her own life but she would do anything to make sure the two of us had everything we ever needed. That's just what moms do.

  I heard my sister yell something from the stairs with her suitcase thumping behind her and my mom gave my hand another quick squeeze before going out to the living room to assist her. Our living room was at the front of the house so the door to the outside world waited for me only one room way. I took a deep breath before grabbing an apple and a bottled water from the refrigerator and stuffing them in my purse. I never went anywhere without a snack. My mom and Kelly helped us load our things into our car and then my mom got into the driver’s seat. Typically Kenz or I would have fought her for the position, but I think we both understood that it was something that she had to do as our mom. We waved goodbye to Kelly as we drove away and headed to the airport, not sure of what to expect from our month long trip to our old home.

  4

  The Fayette County airport was small. So when we arrived it didn't surprise me at all that they didn't even take the plane to the gate. Kenz and I just walked off the plane out onto the tarmac and waited for our luggage. After about half an hour standing around in the very hot sun we walked through the gate to see my father standing looking more casual than I'd ever seen him before. And by casual, I mean khakis and a golf shirt, because that's really going crazy for my dad. He's a businessman, a lawyer, and a pretty big one at that. It wasn't hard to keep all the terms the divorce hush-hush, because he did it as a profession. Charity stood next to him practically bouncing up and down with excitement over our arrival. Her paid for boobs hardly moved during all her bouncing, and it was nauseating. If she didn't look so fake, or act so obnoxious, perhaps I would've believed it a little bit more. But her overly bubbly personality just made me want to gag. I couldn’t believe this woman was going to become part of my family.

  “Hi Dad,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him in a light hug. “Charity, nice to see you.”

  She put her arms around me before I had the chance to pull away, “Oh I am just so excited you're here!”

  She had a sweet southern drawl that felt unnatural.

  Mackenzie stood behind me but barely nodded at either of them. I thought she and Dad were back on speaking terms, but sometimes I couldn't keep up with their lack of relationship. But Dad deserved that; he had done it to us, and it was no one’s fault but his own.

  “We're really excited to have you girls here for the wedding. Thanks for coming.” I could tell he was being sincere and genuine, but it didn't make it any easier. Wedding. It felt like poison every time he said it. When we had talked on the phone over the past couple months to make arrangements, every time he said it I could tell it hurt him. Even if he loved Charity, which I assumed he did, it didn't mean that it didn't hurt him that this was his second marriage. That his marriage with my mother had failed, epically.

  “I'm really excited to be here to Dad, and I promise we'll be on our best behavior.” Everybody looked at Mackenzie, but she didn't respond until I jabbed her in the stomach with my elbow.

  “Ow! Was that for?”

  I looked over my shoulder and mumbled to her, “You know what that was for. Play nice.”

  I turned back around and smiled at both of them just as I had seen my mother do thousands of times when we lived in Fayette. Passive aggressive was our thing, and we could do it with style.

  “Well let me grab your bags,” my father said, and hurriedly picked up our two suitcases while I grabbed my carry-on. “I'm really glad you shipped a lot of the stuff, I can't imagine how much you would've had in baggage fees if you didn't.”

  I smiled at him, but it was awkward, and he knew it as well as I did. I don't think anybody couldn’t feel the palpable tension that was going on in our new little unit. Before my dad dropped a bomb on me in the car, you could cut the tension with a knife. And then the shit storm hit.

  “So Charity and I have some exciting news, and I think you girls are really going to like it.”

  Finally Mackenzie sounded interested in the conversation, “Oh? And what's that?”

  She turned to me and mouthed the word ‘baby’, but I just rolled my eyes at her.

  He looked at both of us in the rearview mirror, “Charity and I have gotten a place of our own. We just signed the papers on the old house.”

  “What? You sold our house?” I was floored. This hadn’t even been debated with us! That was our childhood home. A lot of great memories were there.

  This time Charity piped in, at the wrong moment. “Well really … I mean, you girls haven't visited in quite a long time. I just kind of felt like it probably wasn't even home to you anymore, and that's the only reason that David was keeping it anyway.”

  David. I hated how she said his name. “Well David didn't have any right to sell our house without discussing it with us first.”

  I looked over at Mackenzie who was leaning against the window looking out like she was in another world. “Kenz did you hear that? They sold our house!”

  She looked back at me without any emotion, hollow almost. She just shrugged her shoulders, “Dad mentioned something about it on the phone a couple months ago. I didn't think he was serious.”

  I looked back at the front seat where my father was sitting silently, “So what, you told her but not me? Is that because you knew I would have a real reaction? You're still such a God damn coward.”

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�I will not have you speaking to me like that, Lena. I thought you and I were over our issues.”

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head, “We will never be completely over our issues.” So much for me accepting who he was. I guess I was wrong, we’re still a freaking mess of a family.

  The rest of the ride was silent. I'd only been back in Fayette for half an hour, and already I was making plans for an escape.

  5

  “A rancher? You have got to be kidding me.”

  I stood with my bag in my hand probably looking like a lost runaway staring at the beautiful newly built ranch. A one level home? That was not my father’s type. He picked our all brick colonial when I was a kid. It was so important to him to have all the bedrooms on one floor, the second floor. So why the hell now why was he in a ranch?

  I looked over at Mackenzie who was a mirror image of myself, only slightly shorter and skinnier. She just shook her head and walked up to the wraparound porch. “At least we each have our own rooms,” she called to me. Silver lining, way to go kid.

  “True.” If there was one thing I wasn't going to manage, it would be a month sleeping in the same room with my younger sister. I had enough on my plate was— I didn’t think I could handle all her drama in addition to it.

  I sat down on the white bedspread covering the oversized Queen bed in my new “room.” I looked around at the furnishings, everything was white. I slightly felt like I was in a hospital, or magazine. Either way it wasn't very comfortable. I didn't even bother to unpack my suitcase, thinking I might as well just live out of it for the next month. My boxes had been hidden under the bed with the rest of the clothes that I had packed and the bridesmaid’s dress I was supposed to wear. It was also Lilac, just like Kenz’s rehearsal dress. Charity really liked Lilac I guess.