The Mistress Surrogate

Chapter 6

The only thing that could have avoided the awkward silence between the two of us was the news on the radio, which helped to lighten the atmosphere.

My pinky finger was placed on my lip. It was tempting for me to nibble on it. Where could I turn? I sat there terrified of what this man intended to do to me; who knows, he might be planning something wicked inside of himself to get rid of the child.

He was so preoccupied with the road that I doubt he noticed I was staring, but my fear didn't stop me from sneaking a few glances at him.

He didn't speak to me once during the lengthy drive around. He eventually came to a stop at a traffic intersection and turned to face me.

He told me, "We're going to your mom's house, but I don't think I got the directions right." In contrast to the moment he discovered me in his room, his voice was soothing and peaceful. I didn't forget to include the surprised expression on my face. He wanted to take me to see my mother, but why? I understand that what he was doing was opulent, but why?

In order to offer him the directions he requested, I looked around to determine our location. He was actually quite close, but he omitted a turn that would have cut the distance to my house in half.

When we finally arrived at my house, I was eager to exit the vehicle and give my mother a bear hug. Since I haven't seen Mom in a month, I have missed her terribly. However, I know Damon wouldn't want to see me cry because he is already uneasy.

Damon made the decision to remain outside, giving me two hours to say hello to my mother and leave the house.

I really miss my home's fragrance, which was cozy and comforting in contrast to Damon's family mansion, which was a living hell but had no flames.

Even though I thought my mother might not recognize me, I crept subtly into the living room to surprise her. Dementia has affected my mother. It began when my father departed for heaven and abandoned us. Mom was upset, and because I was only a teen at the time, there wasn't much I could do to ease her pain.

My mother didn't leave her room until after midnight, when she would sneak out to get food. This is the result of the circumstances getting worse over time.

"Boo!!!" To startle my mother, who was watching a cartoon on television, I yelled. Even after everything had failed, I stayed in my pause form.

"Monica?" Mom drew out the name while speaking slowly and cautiously. I haven't seen my aunt yet, but everyone says I look like Monica, who was her sister.

I took my mother's hand and cupped it in my palm, nodding to show that I was Monica. When she said this, I was compelled to grin back at her and leaned closer to her as a result.

Aw, Monica. Sighing and looking at the screen, she answered, "You said you'd be here before Professor Toddles sings. observing the cartoon's conclusion.

I cried out, "I'm so sorry," and then I kissed her hand. She yanked her hand out of her pocket and tucked it under her breast.

"You said you'd come; leave! I never want to see you again," she whispered as she got up and left the living room. I assumed Monica had displeased her.

She walked over to the window and took in the view. I went after her to find out what was making her flush. "Monica, come on over here. In our front yard is a hot guy. Her cheeks rose in a smile. Damon was chatting on his earphones while seated at the front of his car when I peered out the window and noticed him. He certainly appeared sexy from this angle; I can't dispute that.

"He makes me think of your dad." Why not request that he enter? This has never happened in the past four years, my mother remarked, and this time she was talking to me, Priscilla, rather than Monica. Because of Damon, she now views me as her daughter, even though I lived my life as Monica.

"This is your boyfriend, right?" she asked, touching my cheeks. She waited for my response, but I had nothing to say because Damon wasn't even a friend of mine, and lying to my mother at this point may get me into trouble.

I was nodding my head whether I intended to lie or not, and my mother smiled as a result. Tell him to enter. None of your boyfriends ever got to meet me. As I drag my feet on the ground, looking for an excuse not to, she implores me to go bring him in.

I sighed as I left. I would only ask this man for one favor, and that was this one. I waited at his front door, knowing it might take him a very long time to finish using his phone. He removed his ear pod and asked, "Are you done?" as he cast his smoky blue eyes at me.

I gave him a headshake. I still have around thirty minutes. He raised his eyebrows in response to my request, "I just need a favor," and I forced a deep breath. I'm sure this would have been simple if Xander had taken me.

The question, "What is it?" He said, almost with a groan, that he might not do it but that he was simply curious.

"My mum...." My mother was standing inside the window, observing us, when I pointed to it. My mother waved to both of us as Damon turned to look at her, but Damon chose not to reciprocate and instead returned his focus to me.

He asked, "What about her?"

I said, "She thinks you're my boyfriend," which caused Damon to squint his eyes in an effort to understand how on earth it could possibly be true.

He questioned, "What did you say?"

"....." I try to get up the courage for the next thing I'm about to do, which will undoubtedly startle Damon, while I gaze down at my feet. Given the circumstances surrounding his late wife and everything else, I realize I shouldn't have done that, but my mom urgently needs this.

I grinned and kissed his cheeks before thrusting my arm through his. My mother wasn't at the window when I peeked out to see whether she had seen any of it, which made me feel afraid despite how Damon was feeling at the time.

Mom smiled more broadly as she exited the front door and stood in between the two of us. She turned to face Damon and exclaimed, "I can't believe I finally get to see my baby happy again. Even now, I can't do that." Come in for a cup of coffee or tea, please. Mummy responded, "My nanny makes the best," and I knew Damon would say no, so I tried to come up with a clever way to get out of it.

Damon spoke before I had a chance to respond. As my mother led him inside, he added, "I would love to," as they entered together.

Before putting away any unpleasant objects that might have an impact on his acting, Damon crossed his legs. I'm not sure what made him agree to any of this, but I was thrilled since it made my mother so happy.

The nanny looking after my mother was around my age, but I had heard that she was much older. Mom kept gushing about how nice she was and how much joy it was to have her while we were sitting there.

Damon glanced at me while flipping through the photo album and sipped his tea, which he preferred over a cup of coffee. The idea of wanting to show him my appearance from birth to this point came from my mother.

We were having so much fun, including Damon, who I thought would be annoyed about how much time we were spending; in fact, he spoke and joked a lot, which made my mom laugh. It was just so unlike the man at the mansion, who was cold and blank on emotions.

When Mom reverted to her infantile state and needed to relax, everything came to an end. When Damon took us back to the mansion, there was silence once more. I exited the vehicle and waited for him to follow suit so that I could say "thank you," but he didn't and instead took off quickly.