When we walk into the study, Mr. Ramirez is already expecting us. He seems calm but I still can’t help but feel edgy. Mom walks in with us and closes the door behind her. She sits down next to me, her lips pressed firmly together, and she seems just as nervous as I am. “Eason,” Mr. Ramirez turns his eyes toward his son, his voice deep and stern. “I just received a phone call from the hospital. They said that the boy is suffering a server head concussion, internal bleeding, and his rib is broken. Do you have anything to say about this?” I inhale quietly. This is even worse than I thought. Yet Eason doesn’t seem to care at all. He lets out a cold sneer and crosses his legs, “serves that bastard just right.” BANG! Mr. Ramirez hits the table surface really hard with his hand. I almost cry out in fear but quickly stifle my voice. I cower in my chair, keeping my eyes down. I know Mr. Ramirez is an intimidating person. Yet I’ve never seen him lost his temper like this before. Now I und
Eason is thrusting deep into me when someone knocks the door. “Eason. Natalia? Are you in there?” It’s mom. My mind is clouded by the pleasure he’s giving me. And mom’s voice is like a wakeup call that I most cry out. But Eason quickly clamps his hand over my mouth, stifling all my voice. There’s only a thin door between mom and us. The fear of getting caught is like a thrilling electricity coursing through my body. I grab his shoulders shaking with desire and anxiety, my nails digging into his flesh. His hot gaze never leaves my face as he slightly pulls out his dick from me and answers her raising his voice: “We’ll be right down.” His voice is perfectly natural. Yet I still can’t help but tense my body and feel his dick slightly twitching inside of my pussy. “OK,” mom doesn’t suspect a thing and says on the other side of the door. “Dinner is ready. Come down when you are ready.” “Sure. Thank you.” I hold my breath listening to her footsteps gradually leaving. And the next
It’s like a bucket of ice water being poured down my head. My whole body goes cold.I finally realize this: Eason was waiting for this chance all along. He never supported me of getting this job.But he also perfectly well that if he asks me to turn it down, I’d never agree. So he waits for everyone to be present and then spill it out. That way mom and Mr. Ramirez can be the bad guy for him.That manipulative, cold-blooded bastard!I’m so damn mad. I feel like I’ve been played.“Nat?” mom urges me, waiting anxiously for my answer.I take in a deep breath, “yeah that’s true.” The scar has been ripped open already. No need to cover it further.“What? Why!” mom tightens her grip on the napkin till her knuckles go white. “What made you believe that you need to get a part-time job? Do you need money?”Yes I need money! I want to scream at her. I need the money to go to college and start my own damn life, so that I don’t need to become some trophy wives who live on allowance like she does!
If she weren’t my mom, I’d throw the F bomb at her. “Are you out of your mind?” I ask sharply, “Why on earth did you invite her!” “I never invited her, OK? You think I like this arrangement?” mom says urgently. “Even though they were separated, she’s still Shawn’s business partner. What can I do?” “Millions of things! Have you tried talking to Mr. Ramirez about this? I think he will be equally awkward if his ex-wife comes to his anniversary party that he’s having with his new wife!” Mom sighs deeply, “I tried. But he said they ended on good terms so no one should feel weird about this. And recently he is negotiating a new partnership with her company, so he couldn’t really uninvite her. And I don’t want to jeopardize his work with our personal life.” I want to tell her that this is bullshit. No normal person would invite his Ex to the anniversary. But this is how high society works actually, full of fuck-ups and dramas. Since mom has absolutely no say in the Ramirez’s family, the
Oh. My. God. I almost don’t know if I should laugh or spit in her face. But there’s one thing I’m sure of: she has absolutely no self-respect. She can reduce herself to Eason’s play toy all she wants. I’m not following her example. Yet before I can voice out my thought, Eason speaks up before me, “Val just cut if off.” Valerie widens her eyes in surprise, as if she didn’t expect Eason to go against her. But Eason has already risen up from his seat and walked up to her with one hand in his pocket. He takes the dress from Valerie’s hand and hands it back to mom with a faint smile, “Mrs. Ramirez, you have really a good taste. I’m sure everyone would fall for this dress. But we shouldn’t step in like this. Sorry about that.” Mom’s face remains cold even in front of his compliment. I’m sure she’s just as offended as I am. “Don’t worry about it dear,” mom gives him a polite yet frosty smile. “If your girlfriend likes it, it’s totally fine she can keep it. Like I said, there are plenty
His face remains calm and cold. Yet I still catch a fleeting glimpse of panic and disbelief passing through his eyes.“Surprised?” I sneer and take a moment to enjoy the look on his face. “I thought you knew…since you already brought your new girlfriend shopping today.”His face drops. “For the second time, Valerie is not my girlfriend.”“Just stop lying, OK? If she’s not your girlfriend, then what are you really? Why on earth are you guys together all the time?? No forget it…I don’t want to know.” I wave my hand dismissively.He suddenly stands up. Taken aback, I raise my head to look at him and find his face dark and sullen.“Are you asking me to cut connections with all my female friends?” he questions me in a strained tone. “Is this what you want? Because I can do that. If only you could stop talking to Alex!”Even though I was mad at him, I was able to talk to him in a calm manner. But these words enrage me instantly. Anger explodes in my head and the next thing I know I’m kneeli
Her sharp green eyes fix on my face. Those eyes are just like Eason’s, but they glint with an icy shine that makes the hair on my arms to stand up. “Do I know you?” she asks in a sharp tone, as if I’ve already offended her. I instantly regretted calling her. Hell, why can’t I just keep my mouth shut and quietly walk away? “Umm…” under her perching gaze, I gulp nervously before saying. “I’m Natalia. Natalia Moore. Maybe you didn’t remember but—” “Oh,” she raises her brow. “Right, Natalia.” She studies me, from head to toe, as if she’s examining a livestock. The way she looks at me is so arrogant and condescending that I can’t say I’m not embarrassed at all. “I’ll bring over your water Ms. Griswold,” I say hastily trying to get her to stop looking. “Wait,” she raises a hand. “Do you work here?” “Yes.” “But why?” she leans back squinting at me. “You and your mom don’t really need the money, right? Since…you have Shawn now.” I instantly understand the implication behind her words