57 Pure, Delicious, Heavenly Torture.

Roman's icy, midnight blue gaze bored into mine sharply as I whirled around to look at him.

"Your mother?" I sputtered, his words finally registering in my head after the shock of him suddenly showing up wore off. "That's your mother?!"

Roman leaned against the wall, his hands pushed into the pockets of his sleek black pants, with the glittering edge of a silver watch peeking through the sleeve of his white shirt.

He was dressed business corporate style today, and he was giving expensive, wealthy, macho billionaire CEO. I guessed he'd finally grown tired of pretending to be a high-school student.

The thought made me snort out loud.

"Yes, that is my mother, precious Jade. Do you find the fact amusing?" Roman's eyes narrowed, and I almost shook my head to tell him that I'd been snorting at him, and not at his gorgeous mother.

I looked back at the portrait instead. The woman really was stunning.