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Mrs Monroe was stunning, she looked like a model, and she had these juicy large tits that put my B cup to shame. The Monroes had their son pretty young and were forced into marriage by their parents. I learned this from their son, the cheating bastard whom I called the love of my life. Both his parents were both in their early forties, fit, successful, kind, and did I mention stupidly attractive? They were an it couple.

I giggled mom : when you will say that you're in a relationship me : mom do I look too old mom : no princess I wanna know your taste me : I don't have any specific taste mom mom : then me : I want someone to be genuine that's it I don't want anyother things mom : wow my baby girl is grownup now me : mom mom : its true sweety Rio : you always praise her mom : I'm praising you also rio rio : did you ever felt that your son is single here me : lol mom bring a mirror mom : why dear me : to show him that he is a parrot not a human rio : is there anywhere that parrots should be single

Selena Kapoor POV So, don't waste time. Enjoy yourself and try to keep my son busy with you rather than by phone. You know he is a workaholic and is not that good with conversation and totally worse in romance. So Please take care of all that stuff." I was laughing listening to that because Mom had no idea about his son. His perfect good boy image was just a fake. He was pretending to be great at business and good and respectful to girls but he was an asshole and a beast when it comes to sex.

I smiled mom asked "did you met damien?" I looked at her with confusion, she replied "I known that he came to company yesterday" I nodded my head as yes and said "yeah its true mom, demon hubby went on a work so I was alone in the office, he came at that time and spoken nonsense as usual" she replied "a obsessed man never speaks nonsense sweetie" I said "but mom, I know the truth" she asked "what truth dear?" I told her everything, her eyes gone wide and she asked "are you serious?" I nodded my head as yes

I murmured. My phone buzzed and I picked it up without looking. Mom: We need to talk. Come home today. I stared at the screen. Another message followed immediately. Mom: This is about the interview. I closed my eyes. The third message landed like a slap. Mom:You made Maya look like a monster on national television. That did it. I typed back before I could overthink it. Me: I told the truth. The reply was instant. Mom:Your truth? Pack a bag. We’re meeting as a family.

They smacked loudly against the wall. Mom worked in real estate—one of the top agents in the area. Dad was a lawyer, and tonight he was stuck at the office with a late case. We weren’t hurting, financially. Our family had it pretty good. My eyes landed on the small figure trailing behind her. “Still mad at me, little toad?” I teased Jayson. He puffed his cheeks and flipped me off behind Mom’s back. I rolled my eyes. Totally used to it by now. Holding the bowl close with one arm, I reached in with the other and grabbed a big handful of popcorn.

My heart felt like it was being stabbed with knives a thousand times over, and I wanted nothing more than to run over and hold him in my arms. He was Shawn's only son, and the heir to Dawson Group, yet he was being played for a fool! It was my fault as a mother for not protecting him… Jasmine covered her mouth, jeering. "Aren't you forgetting something?" My son wiped his tears and bent down, heavily knocking his head on the floor. "Ms. Stark, get mad at me, not Mommy!" The ward was warm, with the heating on full blast, and Jasmine wore only a thin white dress.

On her birthday, I bought her earrings with money from my part-time job. I burst through the front door, elated. The living room was filled with her students. She barely glanced at me. "Go to your room. Don't interrupt their studying." Then, gently to her students: "Let's move on to the next problem." With tears in my eyes, I called out, "Mom! Mom!" No response. Her students stared at me. Mom snapped, "Stop shouting! How many times have I told you not to interrupt my lessons? I'm not your mom! Call me Miss Anderson!"

I wonder what I ate. I wash up my mouth in the sink and leave the toilet. I find mom sitting on the bed, looking extremely happy. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Tell you what?" "That you're pregnant!" she blurts out happily. I pull away, confused. "Mom, I'm not pregnant." Ramon enters the room like a ghost, looking angry. "Yes you are," he grunts. He turns to look at Mom. "Mom, please leave," he demands. His mom leaves.