Working For Mr. Fioravanti [MATURE CONTENT]

Chapter 16 - Lucas

Chapter 16 - Lucas

"Mom, what are you doing here?" I pried her arms off of me.

"I missed you. Can't a mother visit her daughter?" my mother gave me a stern look. I couldn't even focus on her; I was too distracted by Daman's perplexed expression. He looked so...confused. Or maybe it was anger?

"I haven't seen you in years," I rolled my eyes at her. "And I meant, what are you doing here, as in inside this house. How did you even find me?" my voice grew loud.

"Hi, Monica Martinez," she ignored me and walked straight to Daman, holding out her hand.

"You know," she turned her head to speak to me, as she was shaking my boyfriends hand. "He's much older than I would have expected Valentina, are you going through some sort of phase?" she whispered to me loud enough for Daman to hear. God damn her hearing issues! Why does she have to talk so loud???

"Oh my god! Mom!" I stormed to the door and held it open for her. "I hate you! Get out!" I yelled at her. She had been here for two minutes and already found a way to humiliate me.

"I hope you're staying away from your professors, I won't be paying any more lawyer bills." She tucked her long black hair behind her ear; her emerald green eyes glimmered into mine.

Growing up, my mom had never quite been there for me like my dad had. I guess you could call me daddy's little girl, or you could just call my mom a controlling bitch. Her face said it all: underneath the subtle layer of makeup that was covering her barely noticeable age spots, her skin was tight and wrinkle free. Her breasts were raised to sit perfectly, and her protruding collarbones only enhanced her lean figure.

"What are you doing here?" I shifted under her gaze. Daman was silent, watching the scene unravel like it was some sort of soap opera and Leo was probably on level 3000 of his game by now.

"Valentina, you know I'm just teasing you. You always get so offended with every word that comes out of my mouth," she sighed and reached into designer bag, handing me an envelope. "I came here to give you this," she looked at my blankly.

"I know we're not the closest, but at the end of the day we're still family." she spoke, waiting for me to open the letter.

"What is this?" I nudged the corners of the seal.

"See for yourself." My mother sighed.

I opened the file and began to skim through document.

Dear Valentina,

I know this mind sound pretty crazy, but I've been looking for you for about four years now. About four years ago when applying for a job position at an elite Seattle law firm, part of my paperwork involved a birth certificate along with other important paperwork. When I finally dug up the birth certificate that my parents claimed was lost, I found discovered two new names signed at the bottom: your parents'. Since that day, the very moment that I discovered I was adopted, I've been on a quest to meet my biological family. Though I was upset about not knowing for all these year, I hold nothing against my parents because they gave me the best life I could ask for. After much persisting, my parents finally told me about my biological parents and where I could look for them.

About 30 years ago a young teen couple from Santa Monica, California had an unplanned child on the way. They were both still in college and could barely afford to take care of themselves, let alone a child. After much debate, they found a picture-perfect family that was more than willing to adopt. After meeting your parents and your sister, Sofia, I was informed that there was another sister missing from the group. Upon request, I have decided to write this letter, a strong suggestion from your mother who told me about your strive for independence (apparently you've been gone for some time now?). Though I do want to give you my salutations, all in all, I hope that you are reading this right now because I would like to meet you. I do not want any particular relationship with you; I am just curious. I hope you have an open mind to this, as do I.