DESIRED (BWWM)

Oh Shit! Mother knows

Renée

My alarm wakes me and I slowly sit up, rubbing my eyes and sleepily as I reach over to take it off.
I look over at Elijah and find him still sleeping, his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and I bite my lip and look away.

Traitorous hormones.

Deciding not to wake him up, I walk over to the bathroom and begin the process of brushing my teeth and showering.

I throw on my black distressed jeans and a simple pink tank top before covering it with a white sweater.

I walk back into my room and Elijah is sitting on my bed with a scowl on his face. I smile before crawling into his lap and kissing his furrowed eyebrows. He moans when my lips touch his face and I wrap my hands around his neck.

"What's wrong," I ask and he shakes his head. "Nothing," he answers, gripping my jaw and angling my head.

"I don't appreciate waking up to find you gone."

"I had to take a shower," I say and his grip softens. "I know baby but wake me up next time, okay?" He says, not releasing my jaw until I nod my head.

"Good, go eat breakfast while I shower," he orders and I nod my head, climbing of his lap and going to the kitchen, wondering when the hell I've become so submissive.

Ms Angie is already there and I walk up to her, giving her a hug before sitting on a stool.

After awhile she places a sandwich and a glass of orange juice in front of me and I thank her before diving in.

Moments later Elijah walks out of his room looking mouth watering as usual. I look up at his face to see him frowning down at  his phone.

"My father wants to see you," he says walking up to me and kissing my head distractedly.
"What! Why?" I ask, my anxiety kicking in.

Why the hell would his father want to see me?

He takes a seat next to me and Ms Angie serves him his breakfast.
"I don't know," he says, his frown returning. "But don't stress too much Mia Vita, I'll be with you."

Just as I'm about to give him a smart ass retort about him being with me doesn't make me any less stressed, my mother stumbles through the penthouse door.

Or more like falls through.

She giggles, rubbing her butt and taking her heals off before standing again. She sways on her feet and if I didn't think she was drunk before I definitely do now.

I jump off the stool and walk over to her, taking her hands and leading her to the sofa. "You okay mom?" I ask and she rolls her eyes.

"I'm drunk Renée," she states and my anger sky rockets. "Yes! I can see that," I shout, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

I lean away from Elijah when he tries to grab my wrist and he clenches his teeth, following me back to my mother.

I put the water bottle on the table in front of her and she rolls her eyes again. "Please drink the water mom," I plead.

She picks it up and throws it at me, I duck and watch as it hits a window before rolling to a stop.

"Rachel!" Elijah shouts looking like every bit of the mafia Don he is. "WHAT?" she shouts back,the alcohol making her oblivious to the pure anger radiating off Elijah.

"I thought you were at work," I say and she looks at me with a scowl on her face.
"Well I guess you thought wrong," she says rolling her eyes yet again.