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For the first time in my life, I absolutely hated my mother. She had just introduced Liz and I to her fiancé's kids. The younger two were not the reason for my hatred.
It was Derek.
He had to be the sexiest guy in Canada. The tussled brown hair. The leather jacket. The belt buckle sneaking out from under his shirt. The smirk.
Oh God that smirk.
It was all working for me in a way that made me really glad I wasn't a guy. Because at the moment I was very turned on. I looked into his eyes as I shook his hand and was quite pleased to see the lust I felt reflected in his eyes.
Much to my dismay, my fantasies of mid-night rendezvous and forbidden love were all ruined the moment he opened his mouth. He was cocky, selfish, lazy, annoying, and from what I could tell the biggest miscreant in Canada. Scratch that. In the world.
But of course. The hot ones always are.
Well at least now I don't hate my mother.
Anybody remember that whole, "I like the truth," thing I mentioned earlier? Still applicable. Review…