Almost lost his birthright for hotel coochie

"Hello Mom—"

"How could you Xander?"

Mrs. Miller's voice sounded broken, ashamed even. This made Xander alarmed the very instant he heard her voice.

He could imagine tears streaming down her face, wailing to his father about how he had brought shame upon the family. His whole face went pale and his tongue stale, he could feel the phone slipping out of his grasp as the next few years of his life became almost as clear as a crystal sky.

This was the ending for him, it was like the Jacob and Esau story they always learnt in Sunday school where Esau sold his birthright for just some stew, but in his case, he indirectly sold his birthright for a cheap hotel coochie.

"Mom, I can explain, I swear to God," Xander pleaded, even though he had nothing to say other than he was sorry and ashamed about the insult and disgraced he had brought upon such a prestige family name

"I'm listening," Mrs. Miller replied coldly

"Mom I—"

"Because you seemed to have a lot to say when Araceli told you, even t