Sweet Seduction: Jay Herrera

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Sweet Seduction

The phone was clutched tightly between Ingrid’s hands, her leg shook, and she sat on a padded bench that was way too uncomfortable to be at some fancy cruise. 

Step-sisters... siblings. That was just too hard to believe, even more so when it really sunk in just what side of the family they came from. Ingrid had never even met her father, her mother hardly ever brought him up and she only brought him up when Ingrid had questions. Those questions didn’t even come often. Now suddenly there were two other women, possible more, who were related to her because of her father? Who were her sisters?! It was too much to take in. 

It had been Ingrid, her mother, and grandmother for so long. They had their own little bubble. Could it get any bigger? Part of her hoped it could, the other was... scared? Ingrid stared down at the heel of boot. Fuck. Was she too dressed up? It wasn’t as though she had an actual date or anyone to impress. Or was she too grungy? FUCK. All the bravery and indifference was ready to fly out the window and Ingrid was ready to jump ship... literally. She hopped to her feet, and shoved her phone in her jacket pocket. This was just a bad idea.