“So, how is work going sweetheart?” my mother questions me from the other side of the table.
“Good, same as usual” I answer he before taking another fork full of food and shoving it in my mouth.
“What about you, where do you work?” my mother questions Damon and I almost choke on my food. He cannot tell my mother what he does for money.
I glare at Damon, silently telling him that is he tells the truth I will kill him. He gives me a smile before turning back to my mother.
“It’s a family business” he answers simply with a smile at my mother.
All night my mother has been asking little questions about Damon, he has been relatively sweet and has not told my mother anything that could result in me having to move home again. But I am beginning to think that my mother is becoming a cougar, it
