My Boyfriend's Mom Mga Nobela at Kwento

What the fuck are you talking about, " they both said. "You are the one who rejected me of course it is gonna affect me even with your scent. So step away" I said. They didn't step away. I stood up looked at them turned my head towards Mark and said"You see this is Mark my boyfriend and soon-to-be fiancee because my mom introduced him to me. I like him too. At least he will not make my mom cry. And he knows that from the beginning whoever says anything to my mom the wrong person will surely be in hell. You guys are damn lucky to stand on your feet after making my mom cry."

"He's not my boyfriend, Mom. Why are you so insistent on that guy? I'm tired of arguing with you." "He's your boyfriend, Caroline. It would help if you dated him. That's an order from your mother! Or else -" "Or else, what? Are you threatening me to take all my cards or block them all? Don't you have any other reason, Mom? Even if you take all my money, I don't care! I won't date him!" I exclaimed angrily. "We need him, Caroline! We need their help for our company! We're on the verge of collapsing. Do I need to remind you of that?"

I said smiling and mom nodded. "And is this friend the handsome boy who picks and drop you?" Mom asked teasingly and a blush appeared on my cheeks. So, my mom is a little different from my dad. She believes in love and fantasies. Also, she had love marriage so is expecting from us but no dirty deed before marriage. "So, who is that boy sweetie?" She wriggled her eyebrows and pinned me with her eyes saying directly that she need answer. "Mom! Ah, he is my boyfriend."

I looked at my Mom and she is now staring at me. I did not told my Mom yet that I have a boyfriend. And probably Manu introduced himself as my boyfriend. Oh god! I'm dead! "Cyanelle Louise!" My Mom called me in stern voice. That's why Manu noticed me. My Mom goes to me and hit my arm. "How come you didn't tell me that you have a boyfriend huh!" She start to hit me again. "Ouch. Mom!" I said while massaging my right shoulder that she hit.

I’m a deer in headlights, except I’m trapped in a situation totally of my own design. I don’t have the slightest clue how to explain to my mom my current relationship with the brothers. We’re not dating, but we’re not nothing. Friends with benefits doesn’t quite feel right either, not even with Beau anymore really. But boyfriends? That definitely is incorrect. “I don’t have a boyfriend, Mom,” I say into the phone. “Oh,” Mom says with a sigh. “I’ve been hoping… Those Hayes boys are so well-established. And you’re all so young.”

A few hours later, I got a call from mom. "Hello, mom?" "Hey, honey? How are you feeling, dear?" Mom asked. I informed her about my suddenly appendectomy and everything. They knew that I was staying at my boyfriend's place. "Mom, I am doing a lot better. Hopefully, I will return tomorrow." I mentioned. "Okay, dear. I had news for you. But before that, tell me something. Your boyfriend, is he from the Shield family of California? The son of Shield Group?" Mom inquired.

Mom asks. Fuck I forgot my parents don't know about Aiden. "Aiden, this is my mom, Mrs. Tudor. And mom, this is Aiden Buckland. He's my boyfriend." My mother glares at me. I know that she is not happy with using the word 'boyfriend.' But here we are. I decide to put it on the table to get rid of her suspicions. "Where are you going?" Mom asks. "To a friend's house to watch a movie," Aiden says.

He smiled warmly, and my mom’s face lit up. “Oh! Amber, this is Roberto,” she said, gesturing toward him. “My boyfriend.” Boyfriend? More like a man-friend. The last time we had a conversation about the man she was dating, his name definitely wasn’t Roberto. Or was it? It’s hard to keep up with Mom’s myriad of men. Roberto extended a hand toward me. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Amber. Your mom has told me so much about you.” “Uh, hi,” I mumbled, taking his hand briefly before pulling away.

“Everything okay?” “Fine,” I say automatically, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Just… planning some things for the weekend.” “Anything good?” He leans back, folding his arms over his chest, his sleeves rolled up to reveal those strong forearms that haunt my dreams. The words burst out before I can stop them, sharp and deliberate. “My boyfriend is coming to meet my mom. Noah.” I watch him closely. His face stays calm, his jaw relaxed. But I see it…the slight tightening of his fingers on the armrest of his chair. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating.

Beneath it was a note. “This isn't your mom's blood, but it's gonna be if your boyfriend doesn't cooperate. By the way, your mom says you shouldn't cry.” Oh my goodness. They took my mom away.