(JOY)
HOSEA’s mother is beautiful. Before I knew what I was doing I also stood up. When I stared at her properly I saw that they share some of their features. They have the same beautiful eyes. The shape of their lips is also similar. She has a sophisticated and confident aura. It was surprising since my fiancée told me that his mother is a very submissive wife to her husband.
“Why are you here? You are supposed to be in the airport working, right? I haven’t seen you at home for the past weeks so I assumed you are still on duty,” Mrs. Garcia asked her son suspiciously. Then she finally glanced at me, her eyes narrowing as she assessed me.
I tensed because I was not prepared to see her today. Aside from that, her son’s fingers were just inside me a moment ago. I was afraid that she cou
