Chapter 7 Intense

I scoffed at the words that came out of my mother's mouth.

"You can't let your clients see me? For real?"

I growled as I reached for the bed.

Sinking into it, I needed to understand properly what was really wrong with my mother.

"Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about."

She said and smacked her lips in a petulant way.

"If you think I left my marriage to come here to gain attention from your clients then, I don't know what to tell you."

"It's not like I need you to tell me anything. I only asked one question. When are you leaving my house? That's the only thing that needs your stupid response."

"I don't know yet, mum. I don't. Besides, this is the last question I expected you to ask me."

"Whatever. You have just two weeks, Gwen, just two weeks, and you know I'm not joking."

Her words penetrated deep in sending cold shivers to my spine.

"What kind of mother are you!!"

I yelled as she left the room.

What kind of a mother would want to kick her child out of her house?

Honestly, I knew that my mother wasn't going to welcome me with open arms, but definitely not in this manner.

And I better not think she was joking because she meant everything she said.

She practically gives no concern to my feelings and what I'm going through.

The next day, I quickly got into a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt.

I adjusted my blazers which I wore on the blue shirt and was about to step into the licensing office.

The rays from the sun streamed into the partly opened window, casting a sterile glow over the rows of seats.

There were few applicants seated, and I could feel their steers linger for so long.

Of course, my name is all over the media, and as long as there is still an internet connection in New York, I shouldn't be surprised that people are staring.

My reputation has taken a hit, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever recover from it.

As I walked to the receptionist desk, a young woman with long blonde hair was on her computer.

My lips made the involuntary smile it would normally do whenever I saw a woman on blonde hair.

But this lady didn't seem welcoming, and her lip tightened slightly as soon as I approached her.

"Hi, it's Dr Gwen Johnson. I made an appointment earlier."

I said to the woman, with my lips all curled up in a smile, expecting to get the same warm response from her.

I mean, she was wearing blonde hair like me, so why not?

"Yes, you can take a seat and wait for it to get to your turn."

The lady sounded harshly, her eyes barely lifted away from her laptop.

I swaddled to the other end of the chair.

With the preaking awareness that everyone was watching me, I couldn't even get to look at the people seated.

After an hour of waiting, I was called into an office.

Seated on the black office chair was the licensing officer, who after he reviewed my data, told me they'd get back to me in two weeks.

I got home almost immediately and got into the kitchen to make myself something.

I was almost starving. I had skipped breakfast because I was running late.

I was focused on the meal I was preparing when I heard some sounds in the living room.

Two mouths crashed together, as they moved with raw intensity.

I quickly turned to the kitchen door to see what was going on, and to my wildest imagination, it was my mother!

"Mum!"

I croaked in a very low tone, disgust preventing me from making a loud utterance.

I knew my mum was into the business of selling her body for money, but didn't know it had gotten to the extent of her bringing them into the living room.

"Lyla is here for guts sake!"

I howled to myself as if I was now advising myself and not her.

A loud hiss left my mouth, as I quickly turned to continue what I was doing.

I was trying to make an omelette for brunch.

I tried to focus, but the sounds of wet lips smacking into each other echoed into my space. Shortly, a low hungry moan followed.

I moved to the kitchen door and jammed it forcefully, hoping to alert her that someone was in the house.

But she and her lover or whatever he was didn't stop.

But at least, I could concentrate much better now the door was closed.

I could hear them just a little.

My eyes fell on my phone again.

I didn't even know what I was checking, but ever since I left Chicago, I have been involuntarily looking at my phone to know if my husband would call me.

The heaviness in my heart had built up more. I was missing him terribly and almost can no longer hold it.

Laura had been calling me almost all the time, and I truly appreciate her for it.

My darling Laura, I don't know what I'd have done without her.

I had also avoided the media with everything in me.

For the past two days I left Chicago, I hadn't turned on my data connection and it felt better.

Although it helped me wave off the outside noise, it still didn't stop the endless yearning of my husband.

I turned the omelette into the plate and moved to sit on the kitchen island.

Now my head was filled with the thoughts of Oliver.

"What would he be up to? Was he thinking about me? Does he miss me?"

All these thoughts begged for answers in my head.

The crazy sounds from the living room contributed to it. I can't imagine that for a few seconds, I thought about me and Oliver being on that couch, making love. My Oliver, the only man that has made love to me in the most intensive and intimate way.

My thoughts were interrupted when a push landed on the door.

A tall, tanned, masculine figure dashed into the kitchen, aiming for the fridge.

My breaths caught in an alarm, my mouths ajar as I watched the unclad figure.

He took out the water he came looking for.

As he was about to turn towards the door, he growled when he saw me, his hands reaching for his shaft that was previously dangling between his thighs.