AMother's Concern
Chris's POV
I walked downstairs, my mind still reeling from the encounter with Bellaire. I can't believe that she had the guts to try to seduce me and f**k, I almost fell for it.
The soft carpet beneath my feet muffled my footsteps as I made my way to the living room.
As I entered the living room, I saw my mother sitting on the couch, a look of concern etched on her face. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown sparkled with a mixture of worry. Her silver hair, styled in an elegant bob, framed her heart-shaped face. She set aside the quilt that she was knitting and patted the couch beside her, inviting me to come sit with her.
“Chris, I need to talk to you,” She said, her voice firm but gentle as usual. Her voice was gentle, but her eyes showed a firm resolve.
I sat down b
