Novel & Cerita Best Friends Hot Mom

Who on earth was this friend? "Mom." I kept my voice calm. "Who is this friend?" "I don't remember his name." She frowned. "I don't think he told me, but he was so kind. All he did was ask all about you, when you were little." None of those words made me feel at ease. Who was this person? It wasn't Theodore. Theodore wouldn't meet with my mother behind my back. Was it a reporter? "What did they look like?" "He's tall and handsome," She wiggled her brows at me. "He had some tattoos here." She tapped her knuckles.

"Say, Ma'am Cynthia. Weren't you and mom friends in high school?" "Yeah. What about it?” "Are you two close? I mean, like, are you two best friends?” He thought for a moment. “I wouldn't say it like that. But your mom has a best friend, if that's what you want to ask." My mouth fell open. “They're close. They are always together even though they are very different. You see, Sophia's the complete opposite of your mom." So, Sophia is the name of mom's best friend. I wonder where she is now.

She smirked at me, and I shook my head. "You are really crazy," "Let me be, please. I'm happy with that," she flipped her hair back and rolled her eyes while smirking at me. Her smirk suddenly disappeared, replaced with a serious expression as she adjusted on her seat, leaning close. "Your parents... Have they found out about your relationship with Mr. Hottie yet? You told me the man is your dad's best friend, and you know..." she paused, and I knew what she meant.

I stand beside my mother, glaring murderously at the last guy alive, mockingly licking my chops at him. “Why are you here?” Mom demands, heaving in fury. “We- We followed you here.” He stammers when he glances at the mauled body of his friend. “Why?!” Mom stalks up to him, with me right next to her. The guy seemingly gets his confidence back, smirking lewdly. “Why do you think? She’s way too good of a fuck to just give her up.” I growl loudly at his words. Mom gives me a knowing look and walks away, leaving the fucker for me to play with.

"It was Jordan! My fucking best friend!" I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms. "And why does that matter? I love him, Dad. Why can’t you just see that?" “Shut up Astrid. Fucking shut up!” Mom enters the living room, her expression unreadable. She hasn’t said a word to me since on Friday and it’s killing me. She has always been my ally but this time she’s quiet. It guts me. "Mom… please," I whisper, my voice breaking. "Say something."

Flash back ends. "So what did he do?" I asked, curious to know the entire story. "Never have I thought, I would be angry at Ryder. He was my best buddy and everyone knows of this. Apparently, Ryder drugged my mom and fucked her" I couldn't bare listening to the event anymore as it made my stomach turn. How could Ryder do something so drastic as to sleeping with his friend's mom.

So when Mom told me that I should be more presentable, it was understandable. I both hated and loved my Mom's job and friendship with Uncle Ben. Hated it because he and the job kept her so busy that she barely had time for me, and she was so occupied with her job that she sometimes forgot that she was a mother too. The only reason I loved it was that the 'princess' of the Van Acker family, Katerina Van Acker is my best friend since diaper days. I literally consider her my sister and her elder brothers, Konstantin and William, my brothers.

From then on, my mom became close friends with them. "Same." I say taking a sip of water. We eat and talk about how our day went and I find out that my mom started to watch a show called Lucifer, and she would not stop gushing at how hot and funny Lucifer Morningstar is. "Oh my gosh mom!" I laugh as she tells me about the scene where Chloe drops her towel right in front of Lucifer. "I have a lot of catching up to do, and they released the final season!" She smiles. "I never thought I would see the day where my mom was excited to watch the devil." I laugh.

Tatiana snorts, “Like I would know where that is. She never told me anything about herself. I don't even know why I care so much. It's not like she cared about me.” “She was your mom, babe. I'd be worried if you didn't care.” I place a hand on her shoulder. “I know she got what she deserved.” She wraps her arms around herself—jeez, she's so thin, she needs to eat more—before hitting me with a knowing, almost angry look. “And before you tell me one more time to talk to a professional, how am I supposed to talk about any of this? Gee, doc, my mom set it up so my best friend would get kidnapped. She wanted to ruin my father's life and help his enemy take control of his illegal businesses. Only

“Is that what you came all the way here to tell me, sunshine? After the way you came on my tongue last night, moaning ‘Daddy’ like you couldn’t get enough?” Heat flooded my face. “Don’t—don’t say it like that.” He stepped closer, backing me against the closed door without touching me. “Why not? You liked it. You liked my mouth on you. You liked my fingers inside you while I told you how sweet you taste. You liked calling me Daddy while you fell apart.” I pressed my back harder against the wood, trying to put space between us even though there was nowhere to go. “It was a mistake. Mirabel is my best friend. Your daughter. This… this can’t happen again.”