Play By The Rules

1| Welcome To Your New Home

"I can't believe you fooled one of the biggest people in America," I told my mother who was staring straight ahead at the car in front of us, cursing under her breath at how slow the driver was going, "How did you even manage to seduce him?"

"Is that a rhetorical question or am I actually meant to answer that?" She replied, still looking ahead.

I glared at her, still annoyed by this whole arrangement. "You could have at least given me a heads up about all your sudden plans. I'm your son for crying out loud."

"I did. I told you about him two weeks ago."

What the f- Is this woman serious. Does she even remember what she fucking said two weeks ago?

"Yeah. You told me you're dating someone two weeks ago. And yesterday, two weeks later, you told me your getting married to him. And now, out of the blue, we're going to live with him in whatever deathtrap he lives in."

She blinked at me and sheepishly smiled. "Ohhh," she began, "I see your point now."

How this woman managed to stay so calm amidst all this shit still baffled me. There was no way in hell I was related to her.

No fucking way.

"I thought we were fine just the two of us after Mike dumped you, then you bring a fucking guy from nowhere."

"I know you feel like I'm moving on from your dad, but honey I'm not."

"I don't care about that. I never even met him mom."

"Oh, I thought were getting emotional and shit. I guess not."

I let out a sigh. "Well at least he's richer than Mike."

"Oh baby, he's not just rich, he's stupid rich. He's wealthy baby," she smiled like it was such a great achievement.

Well to some point, it kinda was. Her new boyfriend was stupid rich. I had googled him when she told me they were dating. Ryan Lamar, a self made billionaire, widely known in America and most likely beyond. Has a son Wren Lamar who was also my age and already accomplished much more than me. And how my mother had bagged such a guy was still a mystery to me.

I side-eyed her. "I see you have a type."

She glanced at my face before turning on the radio and blasting a song at full volume which must have annoyed other drivers cause they started hooting and hurling insults at mom, an urge I currently share with the drivers.

And you will not guess what song it was.

3-6-9, damn you fine, hoping she can sock it to me one more time

Get low, get low, get low, get low, get low.

Yep, she was blasting, on full volume, 'Get low'. That's someone's mother in case you were wondering. I mentally face palmed as she sang the lyrics out loud, in a convertible car, her voice overpowered by the radio but she didn't give a single fuck.

She looked happy and free. That was the happiest I'd seen her in a very long time. Usually she'd be moping around complaining about how God was so unfair to her and why her life was so difficult.

It was not.

She was the wife of a millionaire. She got everything served on a silver platter, literally. All she did was lazy around and act like she owned the world, but when her husband got home she would act like the angel she most certainly was not. Until one day, Mike decided to dump her.

I do not know the reason why he did that but honestly, I don't how he put up with her shit that long. I would have dumped her sooner. She was that annoying. Maybe he just hadn't seen her true colours earlier.