Olivia's POV
*Where the fuck was Kira!*
I thought to myself as my mind raced with how to salvage this increasingly disastrous situation. She was my only savior right now.
My mom stood there, holding my phone like it was evidence in a criminal trial, waiting patiently for me to open my mouth. But nothing was forthcoming.
"OLIVIA!!" Mom's voice cut through the air like thunder. "Care to explain what this message means? If you have a man already, just tell me and stop hiding it. I won't murder him."
*Of course you would!* I nearly screamed out loud.
If Mom knew that a stranger was fucking her daughter from behind in public places, she'd definitely call the police, the CIA, the FBI, and every other military personnel in New York. After that, she'd lock me up in an asylum, because I'm obviously crazy.
My brain scrambled for a plausible explanation, and suddenly inspiration struck.
