"You shouldn't have to live in our basement anymore Brielle, your twenty five. I thought by now you would have a little apartment, but you don't even have a job!" I groan and rest my head on the table as I listen to one of my mom's many lectures." Don't groan at me, and pick your head up off my table! Brielle, you should start looking for a job and I don't mean as a pizza delivery person, you need a permanent job!"
"Mom no jobs want me, I've had tons of interviews, but I get rejected everytime." I tell her.
"Well if you out effort into your outfit and didn't go dressed like a homeless person then maybe you would have a good job, plus a really handsome husband." She tells me as she puts my food in front of me.
I pick up the pancake and begin to put it in my mouth, but she swats me with the spatula. I grab my hand and rub it.
"Use your fork." She says.
I pick up the fork and stab it before putting it in mouth and as I'm in the middle of chewing my phone rings.
"Hello." I say, my mom rolls at me because she hates when I talk with my mouth full.
"Hi, is this Brielle William?"
I swallow the last of my pancake and put a piece of bacon in just to make my mom more mad." This is she."
"Hi this is Donna, from Novel
YOU ARE READING
Mr. Novel Petrov
Roman d'amourIn love with my boss. My ex is still in love with me. My bosses ex wife wants my head. Brielle Velkov is living a heck of a life. Keeping secrets from her family. Trying not to let her boss get in the way of her work. Trying to forget her ex and hi...
