My mom sat down on the sun lounger next to mine, placing a drink onto the table for me whilst sipping on her own.
"So are you going to spill the gossip?" She asked with a cheesy grin. Why is it that no matter what age you are, your mom will always feel like it's her role to be the most embarrassing person in your life?
"I would...if there was any gossip to spill, that is" I replied. She let out yet another giggle.
"So, what's his name?" She questioned, clearly ignoring any of my attempts at covering my tracks.
"I have no idea what you're talking about" I said, avoiding eye contact as I slowly began to stand up, grabbing my glass of water.
"You forget that I was once your age too, Jess. I know the signs, and I've seen them all in you. Always checking to see if he's messaged you, or called you. The look of happiness in your face when he has, the disappointment when he hasn't"
I stopped, just looking down into my glass, mixing the ice cubes with my straw, my mind completely in a world of it's own. I mean, sure she was right to some degree. But I didn't like Q like that. And most importantly he didn't like me like that. It was just casual, meaningless sex. It would mean nothing more than a bit of fun.
"The look on your face tells me that whoever he is, you like him a great deal. But this whole secrecy thing, it doesn't seem too great. Just promise me that you won't let this guy walk all over you?"
"Yeah, sure." I shrugged as she got up, planting a kiss onto the top of my head and began walking back up to the house.
If this whole situation with Q was going to continue, then I definitely had to be a little more careful with how I handled things. I couldn't bear the questions and having to lie to my moms face. I know I'd still be hiding things from her, but at least if there was no suspicion then there would be no further questions and assumptions and added lies to the list. This was going to add a lot more pressure onto trying to get out of town for a few days question free. There was no chance that she wouldn't be all over that.
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I had just landed in Chicago, the dark streets lit up by the lights of the skyscrapers. It was so pretty, romantic almost. The thought of romance making my moms words replay in my head. I didn't like Q. I couldn't like Q. There was no way I would ever let that happen, nor would he. Our secret meet ups becoming anything more than a cheeky little rendezvous was definitely off limits. Besides, I barely new knew anything deep about the guy. Just the basics, and I was totally okay with that.
I walked into the hotel lobby of which I was staying in and checked in. Whilst waiting for my key I decided to check my phone for the time. 10:35pm. Q was still on stage so I had enough time to get settled and freshen up before he would come over. We decided not to stay at the same hotel to make the chances of the other guys or their crew ever finding out. We had it all sorted. All we had to do now was keep it that way.
Unlocking the door to my room, I was taken back by how beautiful my room was. Q was adamant that he would pay for my flight and room, much to my annoyance, but I would find a way to pay him back in one way or another. The queen size bed sat in the middle of the room, accompanied by a bath in front of the window. It was a little strange to me that there was randomly a bath planted in the bedroom, and in front of a window for that matter, but we were many stories up, so the chances of anyone seeing were very slim. This would probably be in for some great use during our stay.
After a quick shower, I walked out of the ensuite bathroom in nothing but my robe. Looking through my suit case for the sexiest underwear set that I could find. After everything that he had done for me today, I had to show him that I was thankful. And I knew this would be the perfect way for him.
