Ecstasy

Mama's Home

"Instead of promoting healthy development, they unconsciously undermine it, often with the belief that they are acting in their child's best interest." 

- Excerpt by Susan Forward

LORENZO WILLIAMS

I'm watching a movie with Brielle. Bri desperately wants to do something with me and even though I'm busy, it's nearing the end of the month, I'll just stay up tonight to make her feel better.

Anything for my woman.

Even though it was two days ago, I'm still a little mad about the stunt that Natalie decided to pull. For some reason, that girl thought it was a brilliant idea to sue Brielle.

I have no idea why she thought she could threaten or genuinely sue Brielle and somehow manage to get away with it.

Absolutely ridiculous.

That's not going to happen, especially when I'm around, that's for sure.

I can't be mad though, Natalie has never done smart or sane stuff. She's quite the opposite. I mean why in the world would you cheat on a man who's rich and was going to give you everything and then get absolutely mad that he broke up with you to the point you go to his mother and twist the story making it seem like he was the one in the wrong.

I'm still mad about that.

I'm feeling thirsty and want something to drink. I move my arm from around Bri and stand up to go into the kitchen.

I go in the fridge and grab a beer bottle. You know, today seems like a day of rest. Once again, if it wasn't for the deadline of the missions for this month coming up in six days, I really would be resting and relaxing with Brielle but I can't.

Seven missions haven't been completed yet and I'm a bit nervous about that.

I really don't want to reimburse people and it got messy last time.

As I search for a bottle opener, the doorbell rings and I turn to look on the couch as Bri looks at me.

"I got it," she says and she stands up from the couch. I find the bottle opener and I open the beer bottle. I place the cold glass to my mouth and drink the cool and burning liquid that tastes great.

I hear heels clacking on the hardwood and I raise a brow, removing the bottle from my lips.

Who the hell is inside my house?

I go into the living room and see a familiar long black-haired woman with defined cheekbones. Ones I didn't inherit.

Mama.

I know the reason why she's here. She lives in San Diego so she doesn't just come here unless she needs to so it's a sudden visit.

That bitch is a damn snitch. She probably got offedended how I treated her, which is completely reasonable, and told Mama who is now here to complain and get pissed at me.

Now, I'm really going to get an earful.

"Hello, mama," I say, very awkwardly.

I don't really like her randomly dropping in as well. The type of visits I fucking hate. I would like at least two hours in advance so she can come and see a clean house and both of her kids are actually home.

Dariya is nowhere to be fucking seen. In fact, just 30 minutes ago, I sent Zion out to find her like I always have to.

Plus the house right now isn't exactly presentable like how I'm raised to believe in.