Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 38

"Wake up, Sultan" Mom called, tapping my shoulder insistently. I ignored her, feigning sleep. "Wake up, boy!" She yanked the duvet off me, and I groaned, sitting up with my eyes still closed.

"Mom!" I protested. "Open your eyes," she said, tossing the duvet at my face. Then I opened them to find her standing over me, expectant. "Where did you spend the night?" she asked, her gaze piercing. I glanced at the clock – I'd only gotten back from Milani's a couple of hours ago and wondered why she was pressing the issue.

"Mom I'm not a child; I can sleep wherever I want," I said, shaking my head in amusement.

"Of course you can, but don't tell me you spent the night with a lady at one of your hotels?" she asked, her gaze piercing. And I chuckled, impressed by her directness.

"You're unbelievable Mom," I said with a smile.

"You still haven't answered my question, Sultan," she pressed on.

"Alright, yeah... but not at my hotel," I admitted.

"Where, then? Don't tell me her house?" Her curiosity seemed almost... invested, and I wondered why she was so keen on knowing the details.

"Mom, once again, I'm not a child," I reminded her again.

"You slept at a lady's house for the second time?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. And I nodded. "Wait, is it the same girl?" she pressed on.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Who is this girl?" she asked, her interest piqued.

"Milani," I said, a smile spreading across my face at the mention of her name.

"This girl must be different from the rest, huh?" Mom said, smiling knowingly. And I nodded in agreement.

"Of course, Milani is different," I said, my tone filled with conviction.

"Are you taking her seriously, then?" Mom asked, her expression turning serious.

"Argh!" I moaned, flopping back onto my bed. She was unbelievable.

"I'd love to meet this girl," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. And I turned to face her, surprised.

"So soon?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why not?" she replied with a shrug. "how about tonight?" she suggested.

"Great," I said, resigned to the idea.