20~ I don't like what you are doing

After half an hour of scant attempts to learn anything from Nyle DiMarco walking in a parade in front

Tyra Banks, I completely forget about the commitment that awaits me on Monday and start drooling in front of the

screen of my phone, scrolling through the images of my new boss.

As much as I regret lying to Edward, I can't help but be thrilled for my future

fake job: maybe I'll be able to visit him multiple times in his office, which gives me the chills, just thinking that

our meetings will be like those between Anastasia Steele and Christian Gray.

I resume fantasizing as a teenager with full hormonal crisis, with my mother two at a meters away

distance, as she takes his place on the sofa without stopping to look at me seriously.

I decided to spend the weekend in Compton for obvious reasons, including not risking getting caught

Edward among his cooks and not having to put up with the beefy, arrogant penguin that made me go crazy in just one week, but, finding myself in front of this woman sitting a few feet away

distance on the sofa, I understand that I had better breathe the same air of James and be seen in

apron from Gordon's son, rather than answering an interrogation of at least twenty-four hours.

I sigh in secret, and then hurry to close the phone and place it next to me, crossing my

legs to my chest while swallowing tha saliva with difficulty.

"I don't like what you're doing." - she raises her chin with a grimace so severe that I can't hold her gaze.

I am not surprised that she went straight to the point, but I just keep quiet and prepare for a

long sermon.

"I do not know that man.He never came here with his father. " -she continues with a firm tone, but I understand that she refers to Edward, since

it hasn't been long since she caught me in a photo next to the son of a family friend.

My mother's curiosity is nothing new, but the fact that she complains even after she clearly understood

the heritage and wealth that Edward has in his pocket, this leaves me speechless.

"Gordon never wanted to talk about his children." - she seems to be saying it more to herself than to me, while her

look ends up on the pavement and mine on the clock hanging on the wall, wishing my father

gets back from work as soon as possible to stop this conversation, before Maleficent prevents me from continuing to meet Edward.

"Now, instead ..."

I bring my eyes back to her figure, not understanding where she wants to go with her words, but I realize

dhe cares to know something about the character of Gordon's paper, so I hasten to clarify:

"He's a good man. He took over his father's company. »- I point out in an obvious tone, but

giving up on trying to convince her before I even speak.

"He thinks you are a model." - she tilts her head, softening her expression for a moment, and then

resuming looking at me with a frown from head to toe.

She raises an eyebrow in disapproval, causing me to open my lips wide at her way of

telling me 'That man must have serious problems if he mistook you for a fine and elegant woman.', so I grit my teeth and clench my lips in anger and then gather all the strength to have a minimum of

courage and tell her not to interfere in my business, since I have long passed the stage

adolescence.

It may be that I don't have the silhouette of my mother, and it may also be true that I don't eat fruit and

vegetables like this woman, preferring a 99.9999℅ of fat on my plate, but I managed to attract

the attention of a man desired by thousands of women.

I open my mouth to spit acid words against my mother for the first time in my life, but

as soon as I meet her icy and provocative eyes, I am dazed and only a strangled moan comes out of my lips.

I lower my head back to my lap, blushing with anger at the inquiring gaze of the

woman in front of me.

"I'll invite Gordon and his son next weekend."

I snap my head up to cast a desperate look at my mother, while the palms of my hands

start to sweat when I realize that she is serious as she has never been before.

James's point of view

«See you next time.» - she winks in my direction, then turns her back on me and starts walking

towards the door with difficulty, as if I had taken away her virginity.

Kate is a beautiful woman, with goddess shapes and short hair that doesn't bother me when I throw her on my bed and I move on her slender body, but it is one of my favorite dolls mainly because

she is not a woman to introduce to my parents, so much that I forget her as soon as she closes the door at

her shoulders, not without staring at her trained rear one last time.

I only realize that I still have a condom around my member when I decide to throw myself again on the bed, even though it is nine in the morning and I should have already left to meet my father.

I take off the condom, satisfied with Kate's work, but I pout again when I realize what day is it: working for Edward rather than running my father's publishing house was a

decision that I made without thinking twice, since I would rather serve than enter and take

part of that world of shit that made my father a stoner.

But that man has never taken it well and continues to provoke me every time I see him again, just to accuse me that I am the son he never wanted to have, unlike my brother.

I rest my shoulders on the mattress, and then stare tha blank space with my arms behind my neck.

Women. Sex. Work. These are the only things I need, so I have no reason to leave the house of

Gordon and return to my father to become a rich man and pedophile of women at least twenty years old younger.

I close my eyes to immerse myself in my thoughts, even if I try to get them out of my head and resume

sleeping, rather than go into the shower and remove all traces of that woman from my body, but as soon as I prepare to rest and let a long sigh of consolation escape from my mouth, the ringing of my phone starts to fucking crack, making me regret not turning the volume down or mute.

I stretch my arm as far as necessary towards the bedside table on my left, without opening my eyes, and then slide the

thumb on the screen and place the phone next to my ear, already knowing that the only person awake at this hour is Edward, among all the possible pain in the ass that surround me, so I open my lips and hold myself back from insulting the man on the other side of the line:

"What the heck do you want."

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