Novel & Cerita My Boyfriend's Mom

"He's not..." "I know. He just looks like the kind of guy who can't keep it in his pants. Do you think he's got a big junk?" Fucking hell! "Mum!" My eyes widen. I can't believe she just said that. "That's Noah and he's my boyfriend's older brother. You know I can't think about him that way." Liar! You're a big fat liar. You have definitely thought about Noah that way. Mum tilts her head. "I like that." Mum grins slightly. "Isabella..."

“That you were with your boyfriend.” “Mom!”

Or maybe I have never been fond of her. I took a deep breath and stared at her. “Mom, he’s not my boyfriend. Cut it out.” I think I may have sounded so mean because I can her face got distorted. She stared at me, as if she’s waiting for me to tell her that I am kidding, that Juneau Portman is really my boyfriend. But it will never come. I don’t know what’s going on inside Juneau Portman’s head or if he has gone completely crazy to even have the guts to tell my mom that we are in a relationship.

"You're Jay, right?" I froze. "Yeah." "Maya's boyfriend?" My stomach dropped. "I... we're not..." She held up a hand. "I'm not here to yell at you. I'm her neighbor. Mrs. Patterson." She smiled. "She talks about you sometimes. Good things." I didn't know what to say. "She's not doing well," Mrs. Patterson said. "She doesn't leave her apartment much. Doesn't answer her door. I've been bringing her food. She eats about half of it."

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

Mom sighed saying while my dad was looking behind me "But I really thought he was boyfriend. I was really excited to know him." It just angered me more "Mom just stop it right there as I said before He's my friend that's it he's not my boyfriend and never will be." "Wow.... What a way to greet me! You wounded my heart, little one. If I'm not your boyfriend then who's? "

I saw how Mama's eyes went to Taddeio, who was peacefully staring outside of our patio. I smiled when I saw how relaxed he was. Maybe he loves nature too. Come to think of it, we didn't know each other's favorites. I'll ask him about it one of these days. No need to rush things as, just like what he'd said, we have all the time in the world. "Actually, he is my boyfriend, Ma..." I said in a low pitch. I don't want to hide Taddeio from my mom. "I know. Bring him here inside and I'll call your Papa. He will be delighted to see you again."

“That woman! She’s crazy.” As if trying to tell me she was right, I heard a laughing sound in the background. It was not Mom. It was another woman. “Christina! What are you waiting for? Save me!” “Where is your boyfriend, Mom?” “Is that even important?” “Yes, Mom. It is.” “What else? He runs away! He left because he got scared of his wife! That bastard! Next time, Mom you should choose the man whom you will love for the rest of your life. Or you can continue loving Dad to attune for your mistakes.”

"Elora," my mom called me. I closed my eyes. "Elora, are you there?" Mom asked, knocking on the washroom door. "Yes, Mom," I said, rolling my eyes. "Get out already, I need to talk with you about something," she said. About your new boyfriend—I already know. She is like this. Her relationships don’t even last 15 days. Or she doesn’t want them to, 'cause she sucks the money out of the boys like a leech. Must be. After 15 days, nothing was left.

"Of course I do. We will have a lot of top personalities visiting us, and I want you to look your best, alright?" "Okay, Mom," I agreed with a smile, and she nodded. "What kept you so long? Caleb said that he went to pick you up, but he found out that you went out with Mark?" Mom asked, her voice tinged with irritation. "Mom, Mark is my boyfriend, and he took me out to bond with his wolf," I replied calmly. My mother rolled her eyes, her mood soured as she gritted out, "Fine. I know that I cannot advise you about him, but you should be careful and advise him to come and marry you."