Unholy Obsession

Chapter 18; Selfie

Vincent's pov

A meeting with my mother today was the last thing I would have expected . James always had his way of making me visit her despite my daily sworn allegiance to not ever see her except it was necessary. Unfortunately, one of those exceptions had to be today. Hannah had me acting out of line.

Exiting my Lamborghini and lost in thought, my head hit the elevated door. My forehead pulsed and I hissed, massaging it with the heel of my palm. This day couldn't get any bloody worse. My mother's butler, Jonathan walked to me with a smile on his face. I didn't know how it was possible for someone to always smile all the time especially when they were working for my headache of a mother.

"Mr Black," he said, bowing his head slightly. "I am glad we meet again."

"Likewise, Mr Jonathan." I glanced around the home.

As expected, Mother had done her usual makeover. The home was a two winged mansion with white Corinthians columns and little amount of ornamentals. Unfortunately, she had decided to clog every inch of the place with flowers of all kinds. Vines creeped over the walls and even snaked around the columns. As annoyed as I appeared at the situation, I couldn't deny she did a splendid job.

In the driveway I parked, I spotted a red SUV. My mother didn't drive that kind of car. Whoever could this person be? Jonathan had a nervous smile creep up on his face. Something was up.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"She's expecting you in courtyard."

I left the driveway, my heart ramming in my chest. Apprehension, coated my thoughts as I scaled the compound. What could she possibly want with me when someone else was around? I cornered the house, entering the courtyard. It was flooded with cobblestones that had an intricate flower design in the middle. Two large apple tress stood at both ends and their shadow casted over the surface area of the courtyard. Birds chirped in the distance and my heart fell at the sight before me.

It was my mother, laughing heartily next to a man who looked like he was drawn out of a finance banking building. He sported a white shirt white, it's sleeves rolled up to reveal bulky hair arms. His head was shaved to the scalp and the lower half of his face was framed by a beard.

I narrowed my eyes. They were flirting? Excuse me for sounding confused but this was the first time in a long time I saw that look in my mother's eyes. It was the look she had during the first time she and my father got married and it hadn't left her eyes until the day she killed him. Even during the days she was abused, she always looked at him with those eyes. Eyes full of love.

Tears pooled at the corner of my eyes and I shut them. My jaws clenched. No, I couldn't afford to feel. Love was a lie. Mother didn't see it, but this man here would still hurt her the way my father did. I was a man. I knew how monstrous my mind was. Who was to say another man didn't think that same way?

I cleared my throat and they both froze. Mother spun her head to me and a smile crept on her face. It made my heart melt. We were both were monsters but I felt safe in her presence. She was a reminder that even monsters deserved to smile. But I hated that feeling. I hated that crack of humanity seeping into my consciousness. It was one of the reasons I always did my best to avoid her.

"Vincent," she said, standing and gesturing for me to come closer. "Come closer. I want you to meet someone."

"I want you to meet someone."

"Vincent, I want you to meet someone."

"I want you to meet someone."

"...you to meet someone."