Chapter Five
Weston
I’m tempted to hang up and pretend this call dropped, but the hell I’ll receive for it later stops me.
Instead, I keep busy by sifting through my accounts online while my mother yells at me. I’m in bed on my laptop, my phone on speakerphone as it rests on the nightstand, as my mother continues her tirade against me for ditching Alicia on our first date.
“Honestly, Weston,” she drones on as I pull up one of my checking accounts to make sure a recent payment has gone through. “You’re almost thirty years old and can’t keep playing around forever. Alicia’s an incredible woman, one you didn't even give a chance. And you were so rude! What could possibly drive you to behave this way? Your father would be—”
“Mom, what did I tell you about bringing Dad into everything? Do
