(Veni, Vidi, Amavi Series #1) Here With Me

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DAMIEN

"Fuck!" I grunted when my fucking bones cracked a sound when I stretched my body.

I just got home from a party that was so fucking boring.

It would be better if I used that time to buy my baby's favorite snacks.

Fucking shit, I haven't delievered new stocks to her yet.

Mierda! because of that damn party I forgot to do grocery shopping for her.

Why do they fucking called it a party if they're just gonna fucking sit and talk and the goddamn music was making me fucking sleepy.

Plus, my baby wasn't there too so I am not in a fucking mood.

Women even tried their luck to get near but I made sure to glare the fuck out of my eyes just to keep them away from me.

I'm sure my girl wouldn't like it.

I'm a loyal man with principles.

Yeah, fuck. With that mouth huh?

I laid down on my bed when I saw Mom's name calling on my phone screen.

"Fucking finally." I groaned in relief when my back came in contact with the soft mattress. And I didn't know that I already pressed accept on her call.

["Damineo, mi hijo! ¿¡Cuántas veces te dije que no maldigas!?] I rolled my eyes. I can see what my hispanic mother's facial expression is.

This is why it's better for me to shut up. Well, I don't like talking though. So, thank all the Gods if I'm not talking to you.

"Hola, mama." I greeted flatly. "Lo siento."

["Mi hijo! You should put some enthusiasm on your voice! ay dios mío!"] I can see how her brows furrowed and a hand on her hip with her exagerated gestures. ["How are you? Are you stressing yourself again?"] Her tone turned soft and I can hear worries in her voice.

I've been helping Dad handling our company since I turned 16 but they are out of the country for a month for their vacation, so I'm handling it alone for awhile.

He's planning to pass me the position soon because he said it's time for them to explore the world. So, who am I to decline?.

And it's also because I'm his only son.

"No, Mom." I lied. I massage my head a little. I don't want them to worry about me. I can handle it just fine, I was just thinking about something else that stresses me out. "¿Cómo están ustedes allí?"

[We're good, anak.] The line went silent and I heard a noise of a chair being pulled. [So, have you met her already? ¿Es ella bella? I saw her pictures that you sent. ¡buen señor! ella es tan preciosa!]

I unconciously smiled upon hearing her questions. I know she's so fond of her. Who wouldn't? She's like a goddamn goddess who got thrown here on earth and I thank God that he did because I met her.

Don't get me wrong I'm not stalking her. It's just my mom won't stop bothering me because she wants me to snap a photo of her that I should be the one who'll capture it. So, I sent her some that I captured from afar.

Maybe a little bit of stalking then.

She thought that in that way I will go approach her and just ask for her picture but no. My mom just couldn't wait to meet her.