It was awkward. Having deciding to skip going to the restaurant downstairs, my parents chose to order room service and eat in our room, on the balcony. I guess they wanted to grill Mike privately. Hey, No problem with me, especially considering his b***h of a girlfriend worked downstairs. No doubt she had some pull with the staff and she’d have gotten them to spit in my food or something.
My disgusted must have been clear on my face as my mum stopped mid-sentence to ask me what was wrong. I just smiled at her and said nothing. Rolling her eyes, she turned back to Michael and continued the conversation.
‘So, Mike, Am I ok to call you Mike?’ This time, I rolled my eyes at my mum’s stupid question and her over-eager need to be ‘’polite’’.
‘Of course’. He nodded and smiled at her.
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