His booty call ✔️ (under editing )

22.

I stare at the image. It is my mother on her wedding day. Her lips are curved in the most beautiful smile. Sophie is standing beside her, as a maid of honor.

"You look so much alike," Sophie speaks.

I can't bring myself to tear my eyes away from the photo. A million emotions are boiling Inside me.

"Do you know her?" My voice breaks as I ask.

"She was my best friend since college." She puts her tea aside.

It comes as a shock because my mother never told me about Sophie. I knew Andre's mother as her best friend.

"Do you know her?" Sophie repeats my question.

I am tempted to lie but I nod instead, "She was my mother."

I just feel this strong motherly connection with Sophie. I can trust her.

"Figured that at the Gala, that's why I asked Ryan to invite you over."

I get agitated. "This wasn't a get-to-know-you dinner but a manipulation to interrogate me!"

I remember Ryan telling me his parents can be nosy. I immediately regret admitting that the woman in the photo is my mother.

In a blink, I am on my feet. Why do I keep forgetting the world we live in and the extent to which people are willing to go for personal motives?

"This is part of me trying to get to know you." She says softly.

"Do you even like me, or it was just a pretense? And why did my mother never talk about you?"

"Because..." She opens her mouth and shuts it again. After a short while, she finally speaks. "Because I stole the man she loved."

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"Did something happen between you and my mum?" Ryan asks as we wait for Quinn.

"Nothing. We just talked." I shrug.

"Well you don't seem okay, neither does she."

"I would have appreciated it if you took me home instead of Quinn." I change the topic.

With the revelation, the night has brought. Quinn is the last person I want to deal with and his twisted mind games. And tomorrow is Wednesday. The day is supposed to steal God knows what for Mr. Marcelo. So I need a good rest before I die or go to jail.

"My mom needs me. Next time, I promise." He gives me a sly look beneath his eyelashes.

"You are such a mama's boy." I tease him.

"No, I am not. I'm just considerate."

"So you would choose to stay with mom than take your girlfriend home?" I taunt him more.

"Is that you saying yes to being my girl?" His green eyes sparkle with hope.

"Did I say that?"

"You have no idea what you are missing out on."

"Like what?"

"All of this will be yours." He gestures his entire body. Which I must admit looks delicious. "And I will chauffeur you anywhere, anytime."

"Me above all?"

"Yes."

"Even mom? "