Fuck.
I remained silent under her scrutinizing gaze. What am I supposed to say? That me and his son were fuck buddies. I don’t think a mother would like to hear such a thing.
I stilled, not knowing what to say.
“Don’t think I didn’t catch you two being ‘intimate’ with each other.” Her sharp eyes studying me.
“You’re son and I are-” She intervened by raising an indexed finger in front of me.
“I’m sure you are one of his women my son is dating in his pastime. He won’t get serious with you the same as others so I advise you, dear, stay away from him before it gets too late.”
I clenched my fists, wondering why I couldn’t even say a single retort. Me, the queen of sarcasm and comeback.
She then whirled around, pulling the door open and left me in the room.
I inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm my raging ego. I don’t want to think bad about this whole situation. She’s just a mom who’s super concerned about her son. And I am this bad influence in his life.