Between You and Me✔️

Chapter 36

His mother!

At the front door? Now? Just when she was about to experience something life-changing. Well, it felt like something would happen, now she would never know. Tristan jumped out of the bed and looked out of his window.

"What is she doing here?"

"Did you invite her?" She covered herself with the cover as if his mother could see through the walls and see her nearly naked in his bed.

"No!" He yelled out. "I gave her the address and said whenever she wanted to come see the place, but hell, it's been months."

The doorbell rang again, followed by a knock that sounded as if the police were at the door. Was that the pounding and ringing she heard before? She thought it was the anticipation of Tristan kissing her down there.

"Tristan, open the door, it's your mother," came a stern voice through his phone.

"Fuck!" Tristan shouted out. "This feels like deja vu and I wasn't even doing anything."

Of course, she thought as she remembered the instance Tristan was caught in the act by his mother. He was still traumatized by that. This was different because they were not doing anything. And he was an adult and out of her house.

Tristan picked up his phone to speak with his mother. "Hey ma! I was sleep, give me a minute."

Tristan went to his dresser, opened it, and pulled out clothes.

She stepped out of the bed. "I better go-"

Tristan turned to her, his face in a deep frown she had never seen before. "Hey, my mom can't know about us."

That hurt. Why? It was bad enough that she could not tell her sister, but why not his mother? She did not live there and she had not visited till now so there was no worry that she would tell Zee.

"Okay, I'll get dressed and-"

"Serious Jo. She needs to know we're just roommates okay?"

"Fine!" What was another lie to another person?

Tristan had already thrown on some clothes and now was turning to make up the bed. Why? So what it was messy, he just woke up.

In her room, she found a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to put on. She did not want to appear too underdressed or overdressed to meet his mother. Wait, was she even allowed to meet his mother? Should she stay upstairs and wait till his mother left?

Tristan did not say anything either way. Now she was worried. She listened to hear anything from Tristan. After he finally did whatever in his room, he bounded down the stairs and opened the door. She heard voices but it was not clear enough to understand.

Stay in her room or go downstairs and meet his mother?

Tristan did not want his mother to know about her. Why did it matter? After pacing around in her room for a bit, she decided to take the chance and go downstairs to meet his mother. What harm could it do?

She walked downstairs and into the living room where a woman sat on the sofa, while Tristan on the smaller one. A very striking, young-looking woman, looked more like Tristan's sister than mother. Had to have been young when she had him. No older than forty. Her hair in rows of neatly coiffed sister locks down her back.

She did not look much like Tristan, darker complexion, dark eyes, a perfectly made-up face, a slim build, and wearing a nice two-piece pantsuit as if she was on her way to work. She sat perfectly at attention on the couch, and so did Tristan, no slouching as usual, and both their eyes went to her when she walked in.