Just when I was about to retaliate against what he said, my phone chimed and I received a message from my mother.
Mom:
We will have dinner tonight with the Guzman’s. The son will be there.
I rolled my eyes and placed my phone on the center table. Mom would definitely be excited when she knew that I am married. Damn it! This is not the way this should be.
Okay, he’s a good kisser. Okay, he’s handsome and I would probably not get tired of looking at his face but he’s not the man I love. I don’t have one. And by the looks of it, I don’t think I would ever have one. Not with the way my life seems to be going.
Prayne raised his brow at me. “It’s your mother again,” he commented. He already knows it when I am being contacted by my mother. There seems to be a unique pout on my lips that
